RIP HUGH
So today I found out that one of my professors at Trin, Hugh Ogden died on Dec 31st. Now, you wont find an over sympathtic entry or one dribbling of how he changed my life, becuase in a lot of ways he didn't. Truth be told, he was one of my least favorite proffs and I never really liked the guy in the first place.
But that doesn't change the fact that he was still a decent guy and it was clear that he loved poetry. While he didn't inspire me to be a poet, his love of words was evident. While I didn't like the fact that he constantly ripped my poetry to shreds(and I have not written a poem since his class), I really believe that he thought he was doing the right thing. As a professor i thought he was lousy, unfocused, and compleltey disorganized. As a man, I thought he was pretty decent.

He was an old hippie in every sense of the word. I am not going to speculate if he showed up to class high or not, but his views on marijunana were pretty straightforward as seen in a conversation he had with one classmate of mine.
Hugh: have you ever smoked before?
student: yeah, yeah when i was visiting my cousin last year.
Hugh: so what did you do?
Student:not much man, we smoked the weed, then sat around and watched some tv.
Hugh: ohh. Im so sorry for you. You smoked and then just sat around and watched TV. Im sorry that ytou didnt get a chance to really explore nature or yourself. Maybe next time.
As a man he was pretty much straightforward. It wasn't hard to figure out his views on anything, and he didnt hide them. He was an genuine person who wouldnt say one thing to your face and another to your back. If he thought your work was crappy he told you. If he didnt like your attitude he told you. If he didnt like your major he told you(I know).
But in a world of people who pay lip service and those who are overly politically correct Hugh was who he was. A old, dirty hippy, who wore flannel shirts, red bandannas, and suspenders. He knew who he was and what he wanted out of his life. In that, he retained a sort of "quiet dignity'. Hugh talked about "The great spirit" and that one day he hoped to see what was out there. He believed that that which was out there would have some of the most beautful scenes of nature that are out there.
Well Hugh, hope you found the perfect scene for you...
