I think I’ve mentioned before that I spent last summer at AGS, which was one of the most wonderful experiences I’ve had the privelege of being a part of. A few minutes ago, another student messaged me to tell me that one of my teachers died. His name was Jim Rush, and his was probably the most gentle soul I’ve ever encountered. I hope this turns out to be a misunderstanding, and that reports of his death are greatly exaggerated, but as is, I’m gutted right now.
Alas, it is true; the beloved teacher is dead.