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I began my last year of middle school in a very grief-stricken manner. I am ending my year in the same way, although, for different reasons. Grief sometimes gives inspiration for the most beautiful things in the world, and we can learn some of the greatest lessons from grief.
Like fallen angels, we find ways to pick ourselves up and move on, but not in a cold and indifferent way. A friend of mine once told me, “That which does not kill me, makes me stronger.” I’d always thought Pickle was wise, but this was maybe the most significant advice he had ever given to me. It sounded poetic and intelligent, but I did not draw on this until later, when another friend died.
I was devastated; I survived. Something gave me the strength to pull through that difficult time, which was also compacted by the fact that I was missing even more friends who lived too far away to see often. I was upset, and exhausted from all the crying. I began school in this way, a current of emotions too hard for me to handle.
Looking back, I realize that no; everything that happens to me is NOT too difficult for me to handle. I am ready to take on anything. I may be sad when I graduate, but I know that I will be just fine.
I cried on my last full day of school. I cried BEFORE my last full day. As I was sitting, waiting for the tears to slow, I wondered if I would see any of these people again. It slowly dawned on me that, no, I might not. But what if I don’t.
Well, for one, I’d lose several friends, but that’s to be expected. I wouldn’t lose the memories though. Soon, that is all we will be- memories. Since it is everyone’s fate, it’s okay. Just like it’s okay to be different and okay to be the same, it’s also okay to let go of things that are important to us. I’m not saying that we should throw everything off or that we shouldn’t be sad. We should. But its comforting to know that yes, we’ll be fine, and yes, bad stuff may happen to us, but we are ourselves. And I am glad for being here.
We may not remember every second of our year, or every minute, or every day. We may not even remember every month. What we remember are not days or events, but feelings.
Our class has become closer this year. We are there for each other, although, we don’t really need it, because we’re so happy anyway. These feelings will all change, and it won’t be the same again. We are lucky, though, to have each other now, while we can. We don’t remember every minute of our lives, but that doesn’t mean that we can’t enjoy them.
I started the year saddened, grief-stricken. I am ending the year saddened, but not grief-stricken, because I know that through others, and myself, I can totally handle it.
Holla to the Class of 06. You guys rock.
Like fallen angels, we find ways to pick ourselves up and move on, but not in a cold and indifferent way. A friend of mine once told me, “That which does not kill me, makes me stronger.” I’d always thought Pickle was wise, but this was maybe the most significant advice he had ever given to me. It sounded poetic and intelligent, but I did not draw on this until later, when another friend died.
I was devastated; I survived. Something gave me the strength to pull through that difficult time, which was also compacted by the fact that I was missing even more friends who lived too far away to see often. I was upset, and exhausted from all the crying. I began school in this way, a current of emotions too hard for me to handle.
Looking back, I realize that no; everything that happens to me is NOT too difficult for me to handle. I am ready to take on anything. I may be sad when I graduate, but I know that I will be just fine.
I cried on my last full day of school. I cried BEFORE my last full day. As I was sitting, waiting for the tears to slow, I wondered if I would see any of these people again. It slowly dawned on me that, no, I might not. But what if I don’t.
Well, for one, I’d lose several friends, but that’s to be expected. I wouldn’t lose the memories though. Soon, that is all we will be- memories. Since it is everyone’s fate, it’s okay. Just like it’s okay to be different and okay to be the same, it’s also okay to let go of things that are important to us. I’m not saying that we should throw everything off or that we shouldn’t be sad. We should. But its comforting to know that yes, we’ll be fine, and yes, bad stuff may happen to us, but we are ourselves. And I am glad for being here.
We may not remember every second of our year, or every minute, or every day. We may not even remember every month. What we remember are not days or events, but feelings.
Our class has become closer this year. We are there for each other, although, we don’t really need it, because we’re so happy anyway. These feelings will all change, and it won’t be the same again. We are lucky, though, to have each other now, while we can. We don’t remember every minute of our lives, but that doesn’t mean that we can’t enjoy them.
I started the year saddened, grief-stricken. I am ending the year saddened, but not grief-stricken, because I know that through others, and myself, I can totally handle it.
Holla to the Class of 06. You guys rock.