“Punk Kids at the Paradiso in Amsterdam” series, 1980’s. Photos © Max Natkiel.
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My MSc tutor passed away yesterday. He was someone who truly inspired me to be who I am today. I’ve never been much of a scientist, and I didn’t realise how hard the transition from history & egyptology to forensic archaeology would be and I used to cry and cry about how useless I felt, and how I wasn’t clever enough to do it. John would sit me down and tell me he knew I was more intelligent than almost everyone on the course and would simply tell me I could do it. And I always could. I remember one assignment I cried and paddied about it being so difficult, and John just said ‘have a break. You can do it’, and I got an 88.
He was there for us all, going way past the duties of a university tutor and he became a friend. I nominated the team for an award, and John and I went to the dinner and got wasted on free wine instead of socializing and it was just the most fun evening.
He was inspiring as an academic and a professional. He told us to never enter a crime scene without stopping for a cup of tea to take in your surroundings and process the information. He recovered endless bodies across England and Ireland and he took it so personally when he was unable to bring someone’s loved ones home to them.
John is the sort of professional that I long to be. If I can become half the academic and tutor that he was then I’ll have achieved so much in life. I know my work relates to identifying the war dead of WW1, who have few living relatives (if any); but I hope in time, I can perhaps become involved in the police work like he did, and contribute to bringing peace to so many families like he did.
His death has affected me greatly, and I have nowhere really to post this, but I guess I just hope that I (and all John’s other students) just go on to be successful and be part of a living legacy to a truly great man.
I get that kale is good for you but it’s so gross!
I’m finally under 10 stone again.
But I still don’t understand how I can be a UK size 6 which is the smallest you can buy in shops and still be heavier than most people when I’m not even training anymore so can’t use muscle as an excuse.
It’s a good job I have years of extreme dieting tricks to refer back to :)
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