"I was lucky to miss the txts and facebook messages until the end of Friday's teaching - 'Dad died this morning 8 am.' I certainly wouldn't have enjoyed trying to keep it together in front of an audience of students. As it was, I found out as I walked across campus. I then rushed to secret myself away in a private room, my panicked breathing eventually giving way to tears. Once I'd pulled myself together, I mapped a discreet route to my pushbike, hoping I could get there without bumping into any smiling waving colleagues or students." Writing and drawing. Photocopy and Risograph. The Grief Issue.