{"id":202,"date":"2014-02-21T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2014-02-21T00:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/yule-tide.generalsemiotics.net\/index.php\/2014\/02\/21\/post-195-tragedy\/"},"modified":"2014-02-21T00:00:00","modified_gmt":"2014-02-21T00:00:00","slug":"post-195-tragedy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/yule-tide.blog\/index.php\/2014\/02\/21\/post-195-tragedy\/","title":{"rendered":"Post-195: Tragedy for a Classmate"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"paragraph\" style=\"text-align:left;\"> We got bad news on Thursday.<br \/><span><br \/><span>I walked out of the elevator and into the institute at 8:50 AM, to find the main room deserted. <em>Where is everybody?<\/em> I put my bag down. Something felt &#8220;off&#8221;. Down the hallway<\/span><\/span> appeared A.F. (an effervescent veteran of musical theater, and one of the six CELTA candidates in our group). She said something that truly stunned me:\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<div id=\"650423348485958244\" align=\"left\" style=\"width: 100%; overflow-y: hidden;\" class=\"wcustomhtml\"> <a name=\"continue\" id=\"continue\"><font color=\"white\">.<\/font><\/a> <\/div>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<div class=\"paragraph\" style=\"text-align:center;\"> <a href=\"http:\/\/www.yuletyde.com\/1\/post\/2014\/02\/post-195-tragedy.html#continue\"><font size=\"4\"><strong><font color=\"#0007FF\">Read More<\/font><\/strong><\/font><\/a>\n<\/div>\n<div> <!--BLOG_SUMMARY_END--> <\/div>\n<div class=\"paragraph\" style=\"text-align:left;\"> <em><br \/> &#8220;[S.R.]&#8217;s brother was killed!&#8221;<\/em><br \/><span><\/span><span><br \/><span><\/span><\/span><em>&#8220;What!?&#8221;<\/em> I said.\u00a0<br \/><span><br \/><span><\/span><\/span>A.F., for the first time ever, looked <em>sad<\/em> to me as she spoke those words. She beckoned for me to follow. I followed. Down the hallway, I soon saw S.R. The others were huddled around. (I was the last to arrive this day).<br \/><span><br \/><span><\/span><\/span>S.R. is a kind, talkative, motherly type, in her late 30s, from Indiana. She&#8217;d b(r)ought me coffee the day before. I&#8217;d asked for &#8220;just coffee&#8221;, but she&#8217;d insisted on &#8220;caramel chocolate latte&#8221; (which I&#8217;d never had). She went out, paid for it, brought it back up, handed it to me, smiling. That is the kind of person she is. &#8220;Christian-Charity&#8221; ought to be her middle name.<\/p>\n<p> For about twenty minutes, we stood around, listening, and trying to console S.R., as she talked about her murdered brother (age 21, the youngest of S.R.&#8217;s eight siblings). At that time, he&#8217;d been dead for only seven or so hours. As she was leaving, she informed us that we could &#8220;look it up on google&#8221; using the keywords of his name and the town. It seems surreal that news of a death, including all the full names, would already be online so soon.<span><span><\/span><\/span><span><span><br \/><\/span><\/span> <\/div>\n<div>\n<div style=\"height: 20px; overflow: hidden; width: 100%;\"><\/div>\n<hr class=\"styled-hr\" style=\"width:100%;\">\n<div style=\"height: 20px; overflow: hidden; width: 100%;\"><\/div>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<div class=\"paragraph\" style=\"text-align:left;\"> Thus, S.R. had to abruptly leave our month-long intensive course. By our lunch break, she was on an airplane. She will deal with the funeral and all. She won&#8217;t finish the course with us. I hope they let her finish at some later time. She has done so much work for it so far&#8230; She was actually due to teach that day. She and I, in fact, shared a lesson. I would cover the grammar part, and she would come on after and do the &#8220;productive task&#8221; (speaking\/writing).<\/p>\n<p> In the moments after A.F. gave the news, my mind jumped to Ukraine. As it happens, S.R. has spent a few years in Ukraine. She had to leave in late November 2013 to escape the political crisis. She has been teaching, as part of a church mission organization, in the eastern (pro-Russian) part of Ukraine, but she told me that the anti-government side is totally in the right, in her view. She loves Ukraine.\u00a0 I can only wonder if I will ever see her again.\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We got bad news on Thursday.I walked out of the elevator and into the institute at 8:50 AM, to find the main room deserted. Where is everybody? I put my bag down. Something felt &#8220;off&#8221;. Down the hallway appeared A.F. 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