No one has ever died in my class while I was in school
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No one has ever died in my class while I was in school
Torn feelings:
I've never had a close friend die (thankfully). I do know a guy, Jon, who went to my high school and committed suicide after I'd graduated.
He had cancer and some personal issues. So I heard. But I don't/didn't feel as bad as I should. Why?
He was a bloody liar. I'll explain.
Back in high school, leaders of student run organizations went to some leadership camp somewhere in butt-fuck northern Ontario. I shared a dorm-cabin with him. Most of us knew what was wrong with him; he'd lost some of his hair due to treatments. We tried to make him feel like he was one of the gang without coming across as cloying. He met our best efforts with raging-assholiness. Like, the guy was really mean and a jerk. But we dealt with it. We thought he might be going through things because of the disease. We didn't want to alienate him or anything.
I graduated high school that year. My sister was still in high school. A year later, she told me Jon committed suicide. The reason? Because he was going through personal shit and people were treating him badly at school. What event does he rememeber? Leadership camp? What did we apparently do to him? Teased him because he was "weird looking," and made fun of his shaven head.
Apparently, this rumour made the rounds at school. And he started it.
Thanks.
Why are you bringing me into that? I think we all know that that was some fucked up shit and nothing like a typical highschool death.Quote:
Originally Posted by Burky
Are you bothered by the fact that I didn't like how selfish some of my fellow classmates were? Teenagers are able to be bad people, you know?
There was a kid I went to school with from Kindergarten through 8th grade with, we weren't super close, but it was one of those things where you're so used to them being there that it's weird. We were both sort of the obligatory "artist types" while growing up, so teachers had us work on projects together and stuff.
I guess he was messing around with his parent's shotgun while two other guys from the school were over at his house, and didn't realize it was loaded and blew his head off. I found out about it a day after his funeral, while I was walking past the elementary school we both used to go to, the janitor recognized me as being from the same class with him and told me what happened. It was really strange because I knew him for so long. I'm kind of guilty I didnt go to his funeral but there wasn't a lot I had to do with how things worked out.
The guy who essentially helped create my nickname was driving home drunk one day and fuckin' rolled his Explorer off the highway. Dead. Crazy stuff. He wasn't a close friend, but he was the one who encouraged me not to correct the teacher who was mispronouncing my last name.
Not to be an asshole, but what the fuck is the deal with kids playing with guns and shooting themselves? I thought we all knew what end the bullets came out of and that said end should never be aimed at anyone.
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Originally Posted by IronPlant
I havn't shot myself, but I cut my collar bone with an ejected round that was jammed in the chamber...wasn't a bad cut, just a drop or two of blood.
A friend, not a close friend but still someone who I considered a friend, drove up on the mountain one night and O.D.'d on a bunch of pills. No one is sure if it was suicide or if he just tempted fate one too many times. It was during the summer and the cops found him a while later, from what I heard he was in pretty bad shape when they got there.
Now, this friend of mine was a vocal and avowed non-Christian. So, when his funeral came around and we all attended, we asked very politely that the pastor strike a middle ground for the friends (many of who he was very close to) and the family (who to the best of my knowledge he never got along with and seemed to be using the occasion for a social gathering) and give a subdued, secularized service.
Naturally, he threw this out the window and went right to the preaching. So, all of the friends immediately left the parlour and congregated outside the funeral home. At that point the directors locked the doors and called the police. It was fucked up.
That's why I can't stand horses. I actually have two of them, but never ride them. It's just dumb to put your life in the hands of something so big and stupid. I was on a trail ride in Montana with my cousin and it started raining out while everybody was riding. Everybody started to reach into their saddle bags to pull out their slickers (read: cowboy trenchcoats) and the horse freaked. It bucked her partially off and started dragging her on the ground; then it started trying to stomp her. In the end, only her appendages were damaged, but if the horse had bucked a few inches in either direction should could be dead now, not that I care, she's a bitch. Get a dirtbike instead.Quote:
Originally Posted by Nomi
No, informing your children about guns is the best thing you can do. Actually I take that back. Informing and letting a bright child become acustom to a gun is the best thing can do. I think the problem in this story is that the kid was friends with someone in your family.Quote:
Originally Posted by Scourge
What a piece of shit you are. But we all know that... Plus, no matter how well you teach a kid about guns, a really young kid at that, it doesn't change the fact that they're really young kids. And, he was a classmate, not a friend, bitch. You're the douchiest 17 year old ever.Quote:
Originally Posted by NApOLm321
Couple more...
Right around the same time David, our star basketball player died another guy in school was killed while car surfing, you know, standing on top of a moving car... I never liked him much and considering how close it was to David's death I remember thinking, 'what a stupid way to die, idiot'.
One of my sister's and my friends, Cyndi, was killed in a car accident a couple of years after graduation while she was driving to see one of our other friends new born child. Cyndi was one of the nicest people on Earth. That was a really sad loss.