Yesterday I attended the memorial service for a professor here. He was a printmaking professor, and during the service, some of his past students and faculty friends were working on finishing his final print that he wasn't able to get around to.
"He tried to work on it, but his hands were too weak."
One of his students had told him that if he ever happened to die young, that he would want his professor to finish what he started. The same went for the professor.
A graduate student took the drawing that the professor had done, and carved the woodcut. They finished it at the service, and showed it to the crowd. It was beautiful. I snapped pictures of the entire process.
The entire event was so sad. But the remembrance of this guy, the anecdotes people shared, the tears and laughter...I was a complete stranger in this convocation of remembrance, and somehow even I was affected. I guess that's a sign of someone who was really, truly special. I was impacted by him after his death. He had to have been an incredible person.
In other news, I'm on my way to becoming a DJ for the local college radio station. Could I become more of a cliche college student?
I work for the newspaper. I'm going to work at the radio station. I listen to indie music, skip classes, and nap.
It's beautiful outside.
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