I didn't ask to die, Lister. Life's a bitch...now smeg off I'm busy (MINDSAY)
Ah, a multitude of Rimmer-from-Red-Dwarf-on-death quotes I could've used there. What a sad way to start to start my journal. And I mean that in it's original sense.
Started my second year at uni today. Just looking at the course outline made me feel rather ill. Dissertations and work placements coming up and I can't even remember how to hold a pen and write properly.
However, it was the news at the end of our introduction meeting that hurt. Our tutor informed us that one of my classmates has died. It was a car crash at the beginning of summer.
I can barely begin to list all the things that went through my head as I traipsed around Manchester afterwards. The biggest thing though was, 'what a waste'. It may sound cliched, but it's true. Ben was such a cheerful chap, he was one of those people that always seemed to be smiling. I could imagine that he enjoyed life.
Even though this is my journal, I'm not sure if I should if I should go into how that sits with my experience of life. Really. It may depress you as much as it depresses me. Lets just say, that at 19, it is most certainly a waste that HE died. I'm sure he wouldn't have chosen to.
I can't possibly leave you on that note, that's horrible. On a brighter-though-probably-not-bright-enough side, I joined the drama society. Seeming as I actually missed out on fresher's week last year, I masqueraded as a fresher today. And I do have to say that I apparently didn't miss out much after all. The most interesting thing was a free popcorn-maker if you signed up to Barclay's bank.
Irrelevant. Nice. (to be said in the voice of Fast Show's Jazz Man)
Started my second year at uni today. Just looking at the course outline made me feel rather ill. Dissertations and work placements coming up and I can't even remember how to hold a pen and write properly.
However, it was the news at the end of our introduction meeting that hurt. Our tutor informed us that one of my classmates has died. It was a car crash at the beginning of summer.
I can barely begin to list all the things that went through my head as I traipsed around Manchester afterwards. The biggest thing though was, 'what a waste'. It may sound cliched, but it's true. Ben was such a cheerful chap, he was one of those people that always seemed to be smiling. I could imagine that he enjoyed life.
Even though this is my journal, I'm not sure if I should if I should go into how that sits with my experience of life. Really. It may depress you as much as it depresses me. Lets just say, that at 19, it is most certainly a waste that HE died. I'm sure he wouldn't have chosen to.
I can't possibly leave you on that note, that's horrible. On a brighter-though-probably-not-bright-enough side, I joined the drama society. Seeming as I actually missed out on fresher's week last year, I masqueraded as a fresher today. And I do have to say that I apparently didn't miss out much after all. The most interesting thing was a free popcorn-maker if you signed up to Barclay's bank.
Irrelevant. Nice. (to be said in the voice of Fast Show's Jazz Man)