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Found out in my first class today that a classmate of mine died in a car accident over the weekend. He was a nice guy, quiet, didn't really seem to be that enthusiastic about the program we were in. It's weird, thinking about death I mean. I didn't really know Chet well enough to go to the funeral. And now I'm just babling. I always sat behind him in math class. He usually laughed at my jokes. How will people remember me when I die?
When our teacher came into class and announce that a classmate had died, he didn't say his name right away. I found myself looking around for who was missing. There were a few people who weren't there, Tabby (who I've known for years), Courtney, Dave and Joon. Two people left class in tears. I fought mine back. Death always does that to me, even when Chris from work died a few years ago. And I didn't even like him much. Maybe it's because they were so young and despite how much I may or may not have liked this two people, they were so young.
I should get something chocalate. And that felt good to write about it.
When our teacher came into class and announce that a classmate had died, he didn't say his name right away. I found myself looking around for who was missing. There were a few people who weren't there, Tabby (who I've known for years), Courtney, Dave and Joon. Two people left class in tears. I fought mine back. Death always does that to me, even when Chris from work died a few years ago. And I didn't even like him much. Maybe it's because they were so young and despite how much I may or may not have liked this two people, they were so young.
I should get something chocalate. And that felt good to write about it.