I know that that sounds like something I should just go 'Awe, that's sad :(" about, but I'm actually really bummed. I was HUGE into choir, chamber choir and drama in high school.. it was literally what I lived for, and what all my choir and drama friends lived for. We didn't take that shit for an easy A, we took it because we had passion for it.... most of us wanted to be in the arts after high school (I wanted to be a singer and an actress, but get pregnant instead). A lot of them made it.
Anyway, Mr. McCauley was that teacher that you always strove to make him proud of you... I'm not sure if anyone can relate, but that's how it was. We worked our asses off to get praise from him and to do things the way he was teaching us. Our chorus my junior year was something that was talked about in certain circles for years after we all graduated. And not just by us, LOL. And it was he who made us as great as we were, he who dug deep inside us to bring out our talents and to make singers and performers of us. And he did this tirelessly and with humor, lol.
He was a wonderful man, and I regret not having made contact before he died to tell him all that he did for my confidence and self worth just by giving a shit and pulling that singer/actress out of my shy ass (yes, I used to be shyer than hell, lol).
RIP, Mr. McCauley, you were well loved.