Maine Finn
03-30-2004, 06:29 PM
I just had the most depressing vacation. It was supposed to be fun and stupid, like Spring Break is meant to be, but the day I got back home, I found out that one of my high school classmates died that morning. I thought I was going to crumble up and disappear, because I found out at show at my old high school, which was a series of comedy skits. Needless to say, it stopped being funny real fast.
It kills me, because he wasn't a mainstream student, like me - he was Special Ed which I was once - and we graduated together. He was a great kid - better than most of the rest of us in the class - and I never got to say goodbye.
Even worse than losing him was the fact that only two of us bothered to be at his memorial service yesterday. Only two out of the two hundred-some kids who graduated with him. I mean, sure, priorities change and lots of kids move away, but there are plenty of our class still around, but no one showed up. Hardly anyone still in high school were there. I cried for the second time in a week, partly because of that.
R.I.P, my dear friend. Those who matter will miss you.
It kills me, because he wasn't a mainstream student, like me - he was Special Ed which I was once - and we graduated together. He was a great kid - better than most of the rest of us in the class - and I never got to say goodbye.
Even worse than losing him was the fact that only two of us bothered to be at his memorial service yesterday. Only two out of the two hundred-some kids who graduated with him. I mean, sure, priorities change and lots of kids move away, but there are plenty of our class still around, but no one showed up. Hardly anyone still in high school were there. I cried for the second time in a week, partly because of that.
R.I.P, my dear friend. Those who matter will miss you.