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Thursday, March 31, 2011

A great man, always a great man

I know that this post is still late considering the fact that Mr. Daniel Sousa had died a week. So, I'm taking the time now to dedicate this post to him and sharing my story about him.

Mr. Daniel Sousa... What can I say about him? Starting a few weeks after my freshman year at ASTI had started, Mr. Sousa came to ASTI to be our Physical Education teacher. In the beginning, I was like, wow he seems like a rather old guy, he might not be able to keep up with us. He told us that he was 89 but I knew that couldn't be true because he didn't even have gray hair yet. From that first impression, I knew that he was going to be a nice person.

In fact, my first impression was rather correct. Mr. Sousa was not only a nice guy, he was AMAZING. He first came to ASTI from Santa Cruz. He had lived from such a far distance. Nevertheless, he was willing to come everyday. He never missed days unless it was really important.  He understood everyone and never gave up on us. Yes, occasionally he might say a few swear words but these days, it seems necessary to do so in order to get attention from young adults. Mr. Sousa always pushed us to do our best and keep us active. He believed that P.E. was a time for relaxation since our class was in the afternoon. Last year, he allowed students to study for tests because he wants his students to be at their best. He gave us "free Fridays" where students were able to do what had wanted to do.  He knows that its the end of the week and that we students want to rest and enjoy the upcoming weekend. He allows us to use P.E. as a transition to it.

I truly miss Mr. Sousa as a teacher and as a great person. I wish that he could have lived till what he would have thought would be a good age to end life in.

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