Two seniors pass away
Two seniors pass away
Two seniors at my highschools died today. both were in a car off-roading at a quary and went off a 60 foot cliff and landed upside down. I didnt know the kids too well but a day before it happened i heard someone say, "that kid is the nicest kid you will ever meet." And then hearing about his death today just makes me regret not meeting him i almost feel guilty. its a very sad day today and everyone is depressed. It makes me feel like shit. you dont have to respond to this but i just really needed to get it out of my sysytem somehow. we have counslers that will talk to you but i just dont feel comfortable doing that. Make the best of your lives modified, before it's too late.
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Something like this happened to me 4 years ago. I mean, what you're feeling. A kid named Tony Rugroden died of cancer when we were in 8th grade. I never liked the kid because of his obnoxious personality. But he ended up getting medication for his ADHD, and it turned out that he had became a normal kid by the time we hit 6th grade. But I had never really given him a chance after that. Sometimes he would come up and try to talk to me in the lunch room, because he was friends with my friends, and I was friends with his friends. But I would always just hint that I didn't like him. After he died, I felt like shit.
But oh well, that's life. I got over it pretty quick.
But oh well, that's life. I got over it pretty quick.


when I was in high school, this boy that was a few years before me got in a car accident when he dropped his cell phone on the floor of the car and died a few days later. There was NOTHING to indicate that there was anything intentional about what happened.
He must have sensed his time was short, because earlier on the day of the accident, he wrote a poem called "sonnet on the day I die" about how much he wanted his friends and family to know that he had appreciated them and his life, in the event that he was to be taken from this world unexpectedly.
he was a really sweet kid, good guy all around. weird story, eh? I'd like to read that poem of his again.
Ben, I hope you're all right. Drop me an IM if you need to get anything off your chest.
He must have sensed his time was short, because earlier on the day of the accident, he wrote a poem called "sonnet on the day I die" about how much he wanted his friends and family to know that he had appreciated them and his life, in the event that he was to be taken from this world unexpectedly.
he was a really sweet kid, good guy all around. weird story, eh? I'd like to read that poem of his again.
Ben, I hope you're all right. Drop me an IM if you need to get anything off your chest.
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I think in most instances, it's best to talk to a counselor. I guess it just feels good to get things off your chest. And when it's someone you don't know, and probably won't see again afterward on a regular basis, you'll have no reason to hold back.
One of my best friends died my sophomore year of high school. His name was Tom. Myself and two of my other friends were actually the last ones to see him. We were chilling at our usual hangout when Tom and another guy from my grade asked us if we wanted to do anything. He asked if we wanted to play D&D, but we just cracked jokes about how he plays that game and then they said that's alright and they'd find something else to do. The something else was getting drunk and canoeing in the river. Tom drowned and the other kid committed suicide shortly after (feeling responsible for the accident). My friends and I had the biggest guilt about how if we would just have agreed to play D&D they might still be alive. We participated in group/solo counseling and it really helped. You may think that there's nothing they can say that you haven't already thought, but you'd be surprised at the questions they ask you.
One of my best friends died my sophomore year of high school. His name was Tom. Myself and two of my other friends were actually the last ones to see him. We were chilling at our usual hangout when Tom and another guy from my grade asked us if we wanted to do anything. He asked if we wanted to play D&D, but we just cracked jokes about how he plays that game and then they said that's alright and they'd find something else to do. The something else was getting drunk and canoeing in the river. Tom drowned and the other kid committed suicide shortly after (feeling responsible for the accident). My friends and I had the biggest guilt about how if we would just have agreed to play D&D they might still be alive. We participated in group/solo counseling and it really helped. You may think that there's nothing they can say that you haven't already thought, but you'd be surprised at the questions they ask you.
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i had a boyfriend that passed away in high school. i remember when they told me and how horrible the visitation and funeral were. try to reach out to the family of your classmates... because they will always remember the people who cared. during the time i was going through that, it didnt seem real. sometimes i remember things about what happened, and wonder why im just now thinking of it. im sorry about your classmates and friends... its a part of life that you cant avoid.
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last year my friend jon-michael was at a part i was at and ended up passing out there. The house it was at had a bad relationship with their neighbor, always fighting and what not. Well the morning after, the next door neighboor who was 27 came over and started them for his tire being flat. The guy and his brother started fighting my friend jon michael and other kids from different highschools in the area. After jon michael had got his nose broken, the guy ran in his house brought out a gun and shot this kid from gormon highschool twice in the leg and my friend jon michael who was begging for his life in the chest, and he died there.
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My school lost two kids this year, exactly two months apart. The first one, Jordan was a pretty good friend of mine, I remember in second grade he had failed and I decided I was going to fail a grade so I could be in classe with him again, thats about the time when we began to grow apart, we would still hang out and talk about family and life and all that good stuff everyonce in awhile, and I always remember him talking about how noone would miss him when he was gone, but I've never seen a community come together so closely over one person. I dont think theres anyone I miss more to this day than him, except maybe my grandpa.
R.I.P. Jordan Jacoby- August 10th 2006
The second one had graduated the year before, and he always seemed like the happiest person ever. I dont think I ever seen him sad or anything, but he ended up commiting suicide and I have no idea why, this one really hurt because it scared the living shit out of me, I felt that if he wasnt truly happy, and was capable of committing suicide, what feelings could my other friends be having? It just really messed with me, and alot of other people in my school. The fact that the two of these tragedies happened exactly two months apart screwed with alot of peoples heads too, I was honestly terrified for December 10th, I didnt know who I might lose that day, luckily nothing happened that day.
R.I.P. Sam Taylor- October 10th 2006
R.I.P. Jordan Jacoby- August 10th 2006
The second one had graduated the year before, and he always seemed like the happiest person ever. I dont think I ever seen him sad or anything, but he ended up commiting suicide and I have no idea why, this one really hurt because it scared the living shit out of me, I felt that if he wasnt truly happy, and was capable of committing suicide, what feelings could my other friends be having? It just really messed with me, and alot of other people in my school. The fact that the two of these tragedies happened exactly two months apart screwed with alot of peoples heads too, I was honestly terrified for December 10th, I didnt know who I might lose that day, luckily nothing happened that day.
R.I.P. Sam Taylor- October 10th 2006
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Bump.
Yeah, my dad almost got killed working at a gang infested Chicago school. I'm not kidding. I don't remember what school it was exactly, but they had to close it down because the gang was pretty much operating the school and about 18 staff members got injured or something. And the kids that were threatening my dad weren't even from Chicago, they were from some other area like an hour away or something. Sorry, not very clear on the details.
Back on track, I know two people at my school that died. One of them was a kid I played soccer with freshman year. I didn't really know him; I was on the freshman team and he was on JV. I'm not really sure what I thought of him, he was kind of cool, yet a lot of people jokingly made fun of him and stuff. I really didn't know him enough to think of him as anything more than just another person going to the same school as me. Then I found out he hung himself, although they still don't know if it was intentional suicide or if he was playing 'the choking game' to get high from lack of oxygen to the brain. The day after the incident, the biggest bullshit erupted from within our school. Class was 'optional' that day, which meant kids could either go to the library or lunchroom and cry or mourn or whatever, which I have absolutely no problem with, but everyone was taking complete goddamn advantage of it. People walking the halls with food and going around talking to their friends, any excuse to skip class. THAT was just fucking disgusting. There were about 7-8 people in my last class of the day. What a bunch of assholes to take advantage of someone's death like that. Then I got home and went to a basketball game. When I was on the way home from the basketball game, I cried possibly the hardest I've ever cried in my life. And I didn't even know why I was crying. It's not like I knew him or anything. But I still did, for like the first time since I was like 10.
Then there was this other kid that died in a carcrash. He graduated and didn't go to our school anymore. I didn't know him the slightest. I probably heard his name on the announcements a few times maybe, but it's not like I just pick out and remember random names that go over the overcom. So when I found out he died, I wanted to find out who he was, so I looked him up in my yearbook. And boy, did I find out who he was. He was Prom King. He played lead role in almost all the plays. He was voted "Most Talented," "Funniest Person," "Best Friend," and a couple other things. His face was on a LOT of pages. I don't know how many. But when he died, everyone was talking about how talented he was, both as a musician or as an actor, and that he could have made it big, either way. I don't know if that is true or not, so I can't tell you. But thinking about a person with so much talent, charisma, and decency just being tossed off the face of the earth like that... it just seems like such a waste of life. Thinking that someone possibly could have had it all, then they just die. It's like learning to live life to the fullest, the hard way.
I just had to get that off my chest, or brain, or whatever.
Yeah, my dad almost got killed working at a gang infested Chicago school. I'm not kidding. I don't remember what school it was exactly, but they had to close it down because the gang was pretty much operating the school and about 18 staff members got injured or something. And the kids that were threatening my dad weren't even from Chicago, they were from some other area like an hour away or something. Sorry, not very clear on the details.
Back on track, I know two people at my school that died. One of them was a kid I played soccer with freshman year. I didn't really know him; I was on the freshman team and he was on JV. I'm not really sure what I thought of him, he was kind of cool, yet a lot of people jokingly made fun of him and stuff. I really didn't know him enough to think of him as anything more than just another person going to the same school as me. Then I found out he hung himself, although they still don't know if it was intentional suicide or if he was playing 'the choking game' to get high from lack of oxygen to the brain. The day after the incident, the biggest bullshit erupted from within our school. Class was 'optional' that day, which meant kids could either go to the library or lunchroom and cry or mourn or whatever, which I have absolutely no problem with, but everyone was taking complete goddamn advantage of it. People walking the halls with food and going around talking to their friends, any excuse to skip class. THAT was just fucking disgusting. There were about 7-8 people in my last class of the day. What a bunch of assholes to take advantage of someone's death like that. Then I got home and went to a basketball game. When I was on the way home from the basketball game, I cried possibly the hardest I've ever cried in my life. And I didn't even know why I was crying. It's not like I knew him or anything. But I still did, for like the first time since I was like 10.
Then there was this other kid that died in a carcrash. He graduated and didn't go to our school anymore. I didn't know him the slightest. I probably heard his name on the announcements a few times maybe, but it's not like I just pick out and remember random names that go over the overcom. So when I found out he died, I wanted to find out who he was, so I looked him up in my yearbook. And boy, did I find out who he was. He was Prom King. He played lead role in almost all the plays. He was voted "Most Talented," "Funniest Person," "Best Friend," and a couple other things. His face was on a LOT of pages. I don't know how many. But when he died, everyone was talking about how talented he was, both as a musician or as an actor, and that he could have made it big, either way. I don't know if that is true or not, so I can't tell you. But thinking about a person with so much talent, charisma, and decency just being tossed off the face of the earth like that... it just seems like such a waste of life. Thinking that someone possibly could have had it all, then they just die. It's like learning to live life to the fullest, the hard way.
I just had to get that off my chest, or brain, or whatever.
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assholes, i can totally sympathise with yougMoney wrote:
Back on track, I know two people at my school that died. One of them was a kid I played soccer with freshman year. I didn't really know him; I was on the freshman team and he was on JV. I'm not really sure what I thought of him, he was kind of cool, yet a lot of people jokingly made fun of him and stuff. I really didn't know him enough to think of him as anything more than just another person going to the same school as me. Then I found out he hung himself, although they still don't know if it was intentional suicide or if he was playing 'the choking game' to get high from lack of oxygen to the brain. The day after the incident, the biggest bullshit erupted from within our school. Class was 'optional' that day, which meant kids could either go to the library or lunchroom and cry or mourn or whatever, which I have absolutely no problem with, but everyone was taking complete goddamn advantage of it. People walking the halls with food and going around talking to their friends, any excuse to skip class. THAT was just fucking disgusting. There were about 7-8 people in my last class of the day. What a bunch of assholes to take advantage of someone's death like that. Then I got home and went to a basketball game. When I was on the way home from the basketball game, I cried possibly the hardest I've ever cried in my life. And I didn't even know why I was crying. It's not like I knew him or anything. But I still did, for like the first time since I was like 10.
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I live in a small town.... less than 300 people go to my school ( under 200 I estimate ).
So we don't get shit like this very often... Every few years or so some idiot gets drunk and crashes and ends up dead. Though about 85% of the crashes around here aren't fatal.
I forgot where I was going with this....
So we don't get shit like this very often... Every few years or so some idiot gets drunk and crashes and ends up dead. Though about 85% of the crashes around here aren't fatal.
I forgot where I was going with this....
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When it came time for me to graduate from high school, a kid that I barely knew (we had gymnastics with each other) died in a motorcycling accident. It seems he hit head on with a drunk driver, flipped his bike over and crashed over his car and flat onto the concrete pavement. He died of a fractured skull.
I didn't know him so well, but my whole graduating class felt really sad for him. He was about to graduate too, and he was a straight student, with high scores in all of his classes. He didn't drink or do any stupid drugs. He was a very sociable character, eventhough i didn't know him very well. I felt indifferent at first, but looking at the sad faces on my friends made me feel vulnerable as well.
It's been 4 years since then, and now that I think about it, I still feel indifferent about the situation. I don't know why I felt so sad in the first place when I first heard of the news. When you're in a sad crowd, you get the feeling of being sad as well. Not to be a jerk or anything, but sadness can be a pretty contagious thing if you're not prepared for it. That's how reality functions if you ask me. It's weird.
I didn't know him so well, but my whole graduating class felt really sad for him. He was about to graduate too, and he was a straight student, with high scores in all of his classes. He didn't drink or do any stupid drugs. He was a very sociable character, eventhough i didn't know him very well. I felt indifferent at first, but looking at the sad faces on my friends made me feel vulnerable as well.
It's been 4 years since then, and now that I think about it, I still feel indifferent about the situation. I don't know why I felt so sad in the first place when I first heard of the news. When you're in a sad crowd, you get the feeling of being sad as well. Not to be a jerk or anything, but sadness can be a pretty contagious thing if you're not prepared for it. That's how reality functions if you ask me. It's weird.
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When you're in a sad crowd, you get the feeling of being sad as well. Not to be a jerk or anything, but sadness can be a pretty contagious thing if you're not prepared for it. That's how reality functions if you ask me. It's weird.
spot on. completely accurate.
it can actually be suprisingly easy to be overly cynical as well. i dont know which is more common. basically its good to always deal with reality and think about the motivations behind the way you're feeling, and not just focus on the feeling. yahmean?
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slapdash21 wrote:When you're in a sad crowd, you get the feeling of being sad as well. Not to be a jerk or anything, but sadness can be a pretty contagious thing if you're not prepared for it. That's how reality functions if you ask me. It's weird.
spot on. completely accurate.
it can actually be suprisingly easy to be overly cynical as well. i dont know which is more common. basically its good to always deal with reality and think about the motivations behind the way you're feeling, and not just focus on the feeling. yahmean?
I suppose I fall into the overly cynical side.... Death doesn't really bother me all that much.....One of the ups of living on a farm I suppose....
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