R.I.P Hubbs

I had hoped I wouldnt have to title another entry with R.I.P for a long while, but sadly, I have to.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again…why does everyone have to die on me? I know death is inevitable but honestly…why couldn’t it be someone else? Out of all the people death couldve chosen, why him? Why Z? Why my grandparents and stephen and johnny and my cat last week?

For the first time today I didn’t really care if I cried in front of people. I was able to keep myself together for most of the day by preoccupiying myself. Not that I had a choice, as we had finals today. I learned he died in 3d animation. They had sent an email to all the teachers to read aloud to the class. She didnt read it aloud. She said "Who’s Mr. Hubble? Does anyone in here know Mr. Hubble?" As soon she spoke, I knew in my heart what had happened…But after everyone said they didnt know him, she said quite unsympathetically "Well, whoever he is, he died."

We only had 3 classes today. 3d animation was my 2nd one, and 3rd was history. I didnt want to go. I was tearing up on the way there. People were around his door crying, in the commons, crying. I walked inside and set my stuff down. I looked once around the room and ran out. I couldnt stand being in there. All the girls I passed and a few that were in the classroom were crying. The other teachers next to his classroom were crying. It was horrible. Most people had exempted the history final, but 10 of us hadnt. They told us we didnt have to take it now, we could take it later, or in january when school started up again. They said we could leave the room if we needed to. Them talking about it only made it worse. I didnt mind taking the final, I knew I could keep myself together for that, but I didn’t want to sit in mr. hubbles classroom for 2 hours. That was too much. But I did it, and left the room as soon as I could.

Alot of people who exempted today and didnt come to school dont know. Kirsten seemed happy and warned me the final was hard early this morning, so im sure they hadnt told 1st period.  When Z died she was so distraught she didnt come to school for 2 days. So if she went home, she doesnt know. Chantel doesnt know. Stephen doesnt know. I wonder whats going to happen…..the subsitute that we have actually teaches on-level history, but shes the only other teacher qualified to teach ap/college dual history. So Maybe she’ll become our permanent teacher, and her subsitute will permanently take over her class…or maybe not..i dont know…

But I cant believe he died…no one knows why. he seemed to be doing well…

2 weekends ago he went deer hunting, and he was up in the deer stand thing. He has diabetes, and apparently he blacked out and fell off of it. He broke his collarbone, 3 ribs, and 2 vertebrae. We were all just glad he was alive, and we were told he’d be back beginning next semester. But he died 5:30 am this morning, and they dont know why yet.
Its so sad……he was my favorite teacher. im not saying this because hes gone…he really was. This was like his 30th year teaching, but his first year in a public high school, so he had all these really awesome ways of teaching….two weeks ago, the friday before that horrid weekend, we had this cool major project we were doing. where we were given roles and had to pretend we were living back when america was trying to decide to attack britain or stay nuetral and stuff. he never got to see us finish it.
I wonder if he got our card…
Mr. potato head was his classroom mascot, from the other school he taught at. And his wife always told him he looked like mr. potato head. so he has about 50 different potato heads around his classrooom..and i made him a giant get well card in the shape of a mr. potato head, and ashley decorated it, and everyone signed it.

If ive learned one thing i havent learned from death before, its never associate the dying person with potatoes…call me crazy but I made a joke about potatoes to johnny the last time I talked to him…and on the giant piece of paper everyone signed for Z earlier this year me and kirsten drew a funny little get well letter, and ended it with a random picture of a potato…..and then now Hubbs…

No more nifty history lessons, no more advice, no more sympathetic test grades, no more sarcastic comments and daily jokes and remarks about how Stephen needs to shave. No more calling me crazy because I draw too much on things…no more classroom fights over who’s group of friend’s names are better for him; Mr. Hubble to the people who didnt care…. Hubbs to me and stephen and everyone else in our corner…Hubskey to the ever-happy girls who sit  in the back…. and Hubbsey to everyone else.

No more of the one and only class I actually enjoyed going to everyday…..

He was so….everything a teacher should be, everything a person should be…

Why do bad things always happen to the best of people?

R.I.P Ron Hubble
65 Years Ago – Wednesday, December 13, 2006, 5:30 am
We’ll never forget you…and you know what, I’m gonna bug stephen about shaving everyday for the rest of this year, just because i know its something you would have wanted 🙂