For three years I taught a remarkable class. It really was remarkable, because it was full of remarkable individuals. I remember all of the gentlemen that made it a whole. I remember moments and phrases, as teachers do. I find myself today feeling incredibly saddened that one of those gentlemen has passed away. I feel hopeless, and unable to do anything about it. There is something, though. I can write about him, and try to honour his memory. So I shall. The remarkable gentleman is Connor.
I remember a lot of things about Connor, but one thing shines out and shapes them all. He was selfless and kind, and appreciated life. I saw this in both his actions and his writing, because I taught him English. He was intuitive and sensible in both his deeds and with a pen. In class, he always looked deep in thought.You could see and feel the cogs turning. Fast, and intricately. None was this more apparent when he gave an opening speech in a class debate. Connor volunteered to open the debate, and he did so with wit, eloquence and a charisma that was well beyond his years. It was a brilliant speech, and carefully created.
I also remember seeing him with his friends, of which there were many. He was a fellow who could move seamlessly between the school cliques, and he always seemed to be with different people. Who were happy in his company. I remember his quiet confidence, and how he appreciated things, be they a word well said, or a well-slung joke across the classroom. I particularly remember him treating people and things well. He had a marvellous skeleton watch they he would polish with his sleeve. It obviously meant a great deal to him. He obviously meant a very great deal to others. He was remarkable.
I know that there will be a great deal written about him in the following days, as there should be. A great deal off those words though will be dates and times and facts. I hope that anybody who reads this that knew him will appreciate these memories. Though I hope that this might be read by people who did not know him, and who did not have the chance to meet him. He enriched my life at school a great deal, and I am so very sad that he is no longer with us. Students often say that they remember their teachers, but teachers remember their students, also. I will remember Connor as a good man, a kind friend, and a person who was genuinely a pleasure to spend time with.
© Tom Tide 2016