I am going to end this blog on a sadder note. One of the most beloved teachers at my high school passed away a few days ago. Now when I say that he was a beloved teacher I do not mean just for my class, I mean for the entire time he was at the school, back to when he started in the 1960’s. I was a tour guide at a high school reunion and students from the 60’s and 80’s asked if he was still teaching there. Even just on Facebook, when people started saying he died, almost immediately people wanted more information and was asking everyone that knew him if they knew what happened. Now that is a sign that he truly touched a lot of lives.
I personally was only in his class a few days due to a scheduling conflict, but I tried to keep him as a teacher and always wished I could have had him as a teacher. He taught history from a Native American perspective which I always thought sounded so different than anything every other US History class teaches. Honestly I think the most time I spent with him was on a trip to the Vietnam Memorial at the PNC Bank Arts Center and that’s pretty much all I can remember of it. Honestly I wish I could remember more of it, but I think I may be confusing it with a trip to a Holocaust museum.
Mr. Donahue joins an ever growing list of people from Collier High School who have died since I graduated in 2004. Rest in peace Mr. Donahue.
