Holy shit
Ok, so I'm still a bit shell-shocked. Let me explain...
On 20 Feb 2006, I received an email from my former supervisor (from teaching last summer) asking if I would be able to teach again this summer. Hoping to receive an internship, I told her that I was waiting on an internship application and that I would get back to her when school got less hectic. School never got less hectic. So I replied to her email finally on Saturday, telling her I was sorry for not getting back to her and good luck with the summer. Soon thereafter, I had a new message from her in my inbox--rather surprising, considering it was the weekend, and who checks their email religiously on the weekend?
The email was an automated message letting me know that, as of 20 March 2006, she was no longer an employee of the program. Wanting to get in touch with her anyway, I, like any other normal internet addict, Googled her name, and this is what I found...
So yes, the sister of my friend/former boss (on the left) was murdered six days after she sent me the email to which I attemped to reply this past Saturday, and I still don't know how to contact her in order to send my condolences. This whole death thing really doesn't sit well with me. I'm freaking out about this (hasn't left my mind since I found out), last year, when Mandy (friend of friends) committed suicide, I cried. Like, I'm started to get paranoid that someone close to me is going to die and I won't know what to do with myself. My maternal grandparents died, but I wasn't close enough to them to feel anything. Oh dear.
In other news, I'm getting out of this goddamn city in six days. I can't wait. I'll arrive at Denver Int'l Airport around 12:30, from where my uncle will pick me up so I can stay at his house and borrow cookware and bedding, and he'll drive me to the apartment on Monday. Work on Tuesday! Wooooo!
EDIT: What the hell?! Dammit people, stop dying! Jeez..!
On 20 Feb 2006, I received an email from my former supervisor (from teaching last summer) asking if I would be able to teach again this summer. Hoping to receive an internship, I told her that I was waiting on an internship application and that I would get back to her when school got less hectic. School never got less hectic. So I replied to her email finally on Saturday, telling her I was sorry for not getting back to her and good luck with the summer. Soon thereafter, I had a new message from her in my inbox--rather surprising, considering it was the weekend, and who checks their email religiously on the weekend?
The email was an automated message letting me know that, as of 20 March 2006, she was no longer an employee of the program. Wanting to get in touch with her anyway, I, like any other normal internet addict, Googled her name, and this is what I found...
So yes, the sister of my friend/former boss (on the left) was murdered six days after she sent me the email to which I attemped to reply this past Saturday, and I still don't know how to contact her in order to send my condolences. This whole death thing really doesn't sit well with me. I'm freaking out about this (hasn't left my mind since I found out), last year, when Mandy (friend of friends) committed suicide, I cried. Like, I'm started to get paranoid that someone close to me is going to die and I won't know what to do with myself. My maternal grandparents died, but I wasn't close enough to them to feel anything. Oh dear.
In other news, I'm getting out of this goddamn city in six days. I can't wait. I'll arrive at Denver Int'l Airport around 12:30, from where my uncle will pick me up so I can stay at his house and borrow cookware and bedding, and he'll drive me to the apartment on Monday. Work on Tuesday! Wooooo!
EDIT: What the hell?! Dammit people, stop dying! Jeez..!