Originally published at Jen’s Corner. You can comment here or there. I got to school on Monday and found out that my History teacher died over spring break. She’d had some upper respiratory crud going on the week prior, and apparently it turned into pneumonia and it killed her. The disturbing part, besides someone I know however superficially dying without warning, is that she was just 42. For those of you keeping score, I’m 41. I also, if I get sick, tend to get a horrendous cough that hangs on for weeks. So yeah, it’s a little disconcerting.