...In a motorcycle accident. In truth, he wasn't my teacher anymore - I had him in 7th grade. He was driving his bike home from school yesterday when a lady in a car crossed the road and him him head on. Last night we had a concert at my school (also, a note to help you clarify; I go to the high school which is grades 9-12. The middle school is 7-8. Both buildings, while separate, are actually connected physically, so they are within walking range. And since the two schools work together on a lot of stuff, everyone kinda knows everyone between the grades...) The chorus director (a music teacher at my high school, who's wife works at the middle school next-door) was informed my an assistant principal that Mr. Katz (who worked at the middle school), a close friend of his was killed. He didn't tell anyone who this close friend was, but he told us someone had died as he was in tears just before the performance. The last song we sang was "Into the West" from Lord of the Rings, a sad song indeed. The events of the night only made it harder on everyone as it was dedicated to two students who died last year from the high school (was was killed in a crash one block from the school, the other killed himself). At the end of the concert, after being saddened by seeing our teacher so sad and upset, as well as thinking of those students who had died, are told by an assistant principal of the high school that Mr. Katz was killed in a crash. You'd be amazed at the varied reaction from everyone. Some burst into tears, some just didn't believe it, others, like me, were just speechless. This guy, a great guy, who I has talked to last week, was now dead. My god. I ran down the hall of the school to his classroom door. It was back in the hall, but the lights in the room were on. I lost it there. The administration of the middle school was in the main office. As I rounded the door, one of the assistant principals saw me. She was crying too. We (me, and the principal, and two or three teachers) sat in the office crying... And then my mom came to pick me up. How terrible it is. Mr. Katz was the fun, practical joker of the school. He did rocket club, disected frogs, and even had a model skeleton that he sometimes pretended to make talk. So many people will terribly miss him... And it still hasn't even really set in. I just talked to him two weeks ago. He was telling me about his role in the upcoming spring middle school musical. He told me to come by his room more often and how much he missed my old class. How I wish now I went to see that musical... Any who, I just felt the need to get some of it off my chest. Today was a very rough day at school.