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Ryan Anthony Zinna

by Brittany from Centereach


My hero is Ryan Zinna because he inspired many students. He always made you feel good inside. He never thought that your artwork was bad and boring. With art he would show you that what you draw or paint is always something special, and because you did it, it should be admired by you.


Ryan was born on April 21, 1976, and he died on March 23, 2006. He lived in Coram.

Ryan would treat me like I was one of his own family members. Never did he let me tell myself “I can’t do it” and let me get away with it. He would always look after me when I was near him. If someone tried to hurt me, he would tell them not to bother me again. When I knew he was around I always felt safe. One of the most important things that he would tell me was to never give up on my dreams and where I want to go. He always knew that if I tried hard enough, then I would get there. He’s one of the few people that made a huge difference in my life, as well as in other students' lives. It was weird how he wouldn’t question anyone about what they did and how they did it. There was always a positive connection between him and his students. The most important thing that he taught me in life was to never take anyone for granted because they might just turn out to be an amazing person like Ryan Zinna himself.


A memorial garden will be dedicated at Selden Middle School. Each week teachers and students work on building the garden at Selden in the courtyard where we had a literary celebration in his honor. We pay tribute to him often.

This is a story that reminds all of us at Selden about Ryan Anthony Zinna who was a teacher at Selden Middle School.

THE NEXT PLACE
By Warren Hanson

The next place that I go
will be as peaceful and familiar
as a sleepy summer Sunday
and a sweet, untroubled mind.
And yet...it won't be anything like any place I've ever been or seen...
or even dreamed of in the place I leave behind.
I won't know where I'm going, and I won't know where I've been
as I tumble through the always
and look back toward the when.
I'll glide beyond the rainbows.
I'll drift above the sky.
I'll fly into the wonder, without ever wondering why.
I won't remember getting there.
Somehow I'll just arrive.
But I'll know that I belong there and will feel much more alive than I have ever felt before.
I will be absolutely free of the things that I held onto that were holding onto me.
The next place that I go will be so quiet and so still
That the whispered song of sweet belonging will rise up to fill
the listening sky with joyful silence, and with unheard harmonies of music made by no one playing.
Like a hush upon a breeze.
There will be no room for darkness in that place of living light,
Where an ever-dawning morning pushes back the dying night.
The very air will fill with brilliance, as the brightly shining sun
And the moon and half a million stars are married into one.
The next place that I go won't really be a place at all.
There won't be any seasons - winter, summer, spring or fall -
Nor a Monday,
Nor a Friday,
Nor December,
Nor July.
And the seconds will be standing still...while hours hurry by.
I will not be a boy or girl, a woman or a man.
I'll simply be just, simply, me
No worse or better than.
My skin will not be dark or light.
I won't be fat or tall.
The body I once lived in won't be part of me at all.
I will finally be perfect.
I will be without flaw.
I will never make one more mistake, or break the smallest law.
And the me that was impatient, or was angry or unkind will simply be a memory,
The me I left behind.
I will travel empty-handed.
There's not a single thing I have collected in my life that I would ever want to bring except...
The love of those who loved me and the warmth of those who cared.
The happiness and memories and magic that we shared.
Though I know the joy of solitude...I'll never be alone.
I'll be embraced by all the family and friends I've ever known.
Although I might not see their faces, all our hearts will beat as one,
And the circle of our spirits will shine brighter than the sun.
I will cherish all the friendships I was fortunate to find,
all the love and all the laughter in the place I leave behind.
All these good things will go with me.
They will make my spirit glow.
And that light will shine forever in the next place that I go.


GETTING ONE LAST CHANCE
by Brittany Cardio

There's always a time
Where you have to say goodbye.
You may not want to
Because you know you'll start to cry.

Letting go is never easy.
I know because I've tried.
To be hurt so badly,
To lose such a great guy.

That's not the easy part.
There really isn't one at all,
Especially when you said hi to him
Every day in the hall.

I've had so many memories.
I bet you have, too,
Because over the years,
Everyone just knew.

Knew that you could trust him.
Knew that he would care.
Knew that he would try to help you.
But suddenly he wasn't there.

So as I say these words,
I'm basically saying my last goodbye,
Because I never got the chance to
Even though I tried.

But no one knew it was coming,
So does that make it okay?
I'm still always going to feel guilty
In such a huge way.

People give special thanks for Mr. Zinna because he changed them in such a huge way. He was a person to look up to because people never realized how nice he was and what great things he did for people. After his death, students had so many different emotions. People that didn't even know him missed out, but they were still sad. Different people showed different emotions. Some students made posters, talked it out, or wrote poems and songs about him.

The students that knew him at Selden Middle School will never forget what happened on such a tragic day. Hundreds of mourners stood and waited for hours to view his body and pay tribute to a wonderful teacher and a great human being. Students from Selden Middle School and Newfield High School waited to view his body and say goodbye to someone who touched them in a huge and special way. You could tell many of the younger kids had never experienced the reality of death before and didn't know how to react on March 23, 2006. They cried and were comforted by older friends and teachers. Ryan Zinna will be missed.

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Last edited 1/5/2007 12:00:00 AM

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