The other day, the principal called for an all-school assembly early in the morning.  While I was thankful to get out of physics (which just shouldn’t be taught before 2 in the afternoon at the very least), I still felt too weary to really want to listen to whatever the principal had to say.  Though half-asleep, I still caught most of what he had to say.  Unfortunately, one of the science teachers (I didn’t get her name and I hadn’t taken her class) had died due to diabetes complications.  The principal teared up and then lectured us on the importance of diabetes monitoring, keeping your blood sugar levels low, and insisted that we all schedule regularly check-ups with our doctors.  A few of the other students even cried on their way out of the auditorium.  From the gossip out in the hallway and in the men’s bathroom, apparently the teacher had been really well liked.  She’d stood up to a group of parents who had demanded that creationism be taught in class here, though it was a public school.  She also apparently proctored detention a lot and had gotten along with all the troublemakers really well and had helped them with their homework.  I wish I’d known her now.