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I found out yesterday that I kid I semi-knew at Towson died on Sunday. Apparently he drove into a tree and wasn't wearing a seatbelt or something. His name was Krzysztof, or Chris to be easy, and I'm pretty bummed about his death but I don't know why.
For starters, I hardly knew the guy. He was in my Sociology class during the fall semester and I remember thinking he was one of the only attractive people in the class. I don't remember any specific times talking to him, but he was one of like only five people who raised their hands and spoke in that class, so I knew enough about him to know that he was pretty intelligent and had a lot of interesting ideas since we had some pretty intense and deep discussions in there. In fact, I remember getting pissed at him on more than one occasion for saying things that I disagreed with. He was also an art major, which meant I saw him around the Arts Building a lot and he was friends with a lot of people who I know. He always popped up when I would talk to my friend Sarah, and after he left she would tell me about how he wouldn't stop hitting on her in drawing class and how sketched out she was. She also told me he had been kicked out of his house and liked to experiment with hard drugs and she didn't understand why because he was such a smart and logical person. I wonder if that has to do with his death?
ANYWAY, my point: I feel like I don't have the right to be upset about this. After all, like I said, I didn't really talk to him. I wasn't his friend, and he probably didn't know my name. But he was one of those people who was always in the background. He was often with a group of people I was talking to, or walking by in the hall way, or part of somebody's crazy story about something funny that happened in class. And its SO hard to make sense out of things when a familiar face dies, ESPECIALLY when they are so young. My grandmother has cancer in like all her organs right now and has only a few more months left, and some how that is less sad to me. And I don't really understand it.
For starters, I hardly knew the guy. He was in my Sociology class during the fall semester and I remember thinking he was one of the only attractive people in the class. I don't remember any specific times talking to him, but he was one of like only five people who raised their hands and spoke in that class, so I knew enough about him to know that he was pretty intelligent and had a lot of interesting ideas since we had some pretty intense and deep discussions in there. In fact, I remember getting pissed at him on more than one occasion for saying things that I disagreed with. He was also an art major, which meant I saw him around the Arts Building a lot and he was friends with a lot of people who I know. He always popped up when I would talk to my friend Sarah, and after he left she would tell me about how he wouldn't stop hitting on her in drawing class and how sketched out she was. She also told me he had been kicked out of his house and liked to experiment with hard drugs and she didn't understand why because he was such a smart and logical person. I wonder if that has to do with his death?
ANYWAY, my point: I feel like I don't have the right to be upset about this. After all, like I said, I didn't really talk to him. I wasn't his friend, and he probably didn't know my name. But he was one of those people who was always in the background. He was often with a group of people I was talking to, or walking by in the hall way, or part of somebody's crazy story about something funny that happened in class. And its SO hard to make sense out of things when a familiar face dies, ESPECIALLY when they are so young. My grandmother has cancer in like all her organs right now and has only a few more months left, and some how that is less sad to me. And I don't really understand it.