yesterday, my school lost one of our teachers in a hit and run, today the hallways were awash with red, his favorite color, and his memorial had at least 50 bottles of Dr pepper, his favorite drink. I think the hardest part of the loss is moving on. and that's what we try to do. for me Ryne Erikson was more than a teacher, he was a friend. He encouraged me to push myself in both academia and athletics, he was there when you needed him, and the only teacher willing to answer an email at 1am. we joked about politics, talked about music, and laughed at life. I met coach Erickson as a scared preteen, I talked a lot and that was about it. And sin