Wednesday, December 6, 2006
Hey everyone. I had this big post planned for this weekend to tell you guys about how greast my week's been. We had a big dance, I went with my big crush, I got 100% on my math test, we're doing "Secret Santa" in my dorm and its lots of fun, but all that doesn't seem worth posting about right now.
I didn't have any classes until 10:50 today so I was waking up at 9:30 when some girls in my dorm came into my room and told me there was an urgent assembly going on at 9:50. I wasn't going to go since I had homework to finish up. Then, I heard that it was really urgent. They think someone had died.
His name was Patrick. I've never met him, heard of him, knew him at all. Still, when I got to the assembly, I could barely stop myself from crying. He'd just died in his sleep the night before. No one knew why.
When I got back to my dorm afterwards I got to thinking. What if it had been me? Before I left for boarding school, I didn't get to say bye to most of my friends. Parris, who's pretty much my best friend, didn't even get to say bye to me. If it had been me, how long would it be afterwards that they would've found out? Would you guys on MyOtaku ever find out? No one in my family would ever think of posting on here to tell you guys the news.
I met up with my best guyfriend here. He was in the same grade as Patrick. My friend told me how they had been in the same history class their freshman year. Patrick had been one of his first friends. At such a big boarding school, that's an important person to remember. He didn't cry in front of me. He left and came back a couple minutes later. Even though I hadn't seen him, I knew that even my big football player friend had to cry. I didn't ask him if he was okay. I knew he wasn't.
The girl who lives across the hall from me came in and we were talking. She said she wasn't sad. It was more like fear. The frailty of life had just hit her. Know one knew that he was going to die. It wasn't like he was sick and everyone knew it was going to happen. He just died. Who knows if he had talked to his mom in a week? What if he had just said a quick "hi" before hurrying off to class? He lived in New York, so they won't even be here for a while.
Everyone says that you've got to live everyday like it's your last. It's easier said than done. Something like this happening makes me realize that you really have to. No one had a clue Patrick was going to die. Everywhere you turn on campus, someone's bursting into tears.
I don't think that many people will read this post. I hardly visit anymore so I would understand. I just had to let it all out on someone.
I hope you guys are all having a good week and looking forward to the holidays.
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