In which Carrie learns of her favorite professor’s death and smiles because this is one of many ways Zinn wants to be remembered…
This is the hardest thing I have ever written for you…much harder than my one page “Philosophy of Education” and the other small books you assigned. I’ve got a bubble in my eye and a big balloon of hurt in my windpipe, and I do believe your death-without-asking-if-I’d-be-ready-for-it is going to be one of the hardest in my life time.
You’ve given me the gift of knowing you pretty well. You’ve encouraged me to write and read and love and play. I learned quickly by your example what kind of educator I am. You showed me how to stand strong for the qualitative, the gray, the underdog, the dreamer, the artist, me. You reminded me to not be so hard on myself.
I love you.
Your friend and grateful student,
Class of 2009