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Let me tell you a little bit about my friend, Cindy.
I was friends with Cindy while I was in high school. I met her originally in Geometry freshman year, where she sat next to me all year. Since I was a recluse and didn't talk to anyone, I barely said more than a few words to her throughout the year.
In my junior year, Cindy was in physics with me. She and I talked a bit, and, eventually, we ended up sharing a table for the good part of the year, about half of it. We shared tables in physics with one other person, so we got to talk to each other a lot. We would do stupid things on in-class assignments like write "Physics is Happiness" at the end of it, because physics in fact sucked and, well, Cindy was just that kind of funny person. She also somehow set up one of the stopwatches during an experiment to go off daily at 9:26. So everyday we sat there staring at the clock and laughing at 9:25, waiting for that alarm to start beeping for a full minute right under our teacher's desk while he was blah-blah-blahing.
In Senior year I got stuck in a shitty gym class with a sexist teacher i'd had the year before, and I looked over at the other class at the same time and a lot of my friends were in it, including Cindy. I managed to switch into that class to be with all my friends, and one of the things we did for a unit was go bowling at brunswick zone mon/wed/fri for a month or two. Cindy was a good bowler, she was on the team in high school and such. She and I were on the same team with our other friend, Amy. Once again, since I had a stupid sense of humor, especially around Cindy, we came up with the KFC acronym for our team name (Kilar, Fuller, Cebrzynski).
We all graduated and went our own separate ways, and when i talked to her again it was first semester freshman year. She was at Iowa and apparently not enjoying it too much. She ended up dropping out and going to COD back home for the latter half of her second semester, and then started at Benedictine after COD. We had talked about going bowling again sometime, just for old times sake (and since we both liked doing it).
Why would I spend all this time talking about someone I don't mention very often? I don't have to tell you that I walked into my apartment Sunday night to have my roommate Sarah ask me if I knew this girl from Downers Grove who died in a car crash earlier that day. Her name was Cynthia Cebrzynski.
It's weird the emotions you try to deal with when you hear something like this. Fortunately I had Eva to talk to that night. Still in the denial stage, it didn't really hit me until I was walking to the Union Monday night and suddenly realized I was going to my bowling league. I wondered for a brief second while I bowled if somehow her divine presence could help our team better. People wonder stupid things when they're in pain.
Tuesday night is where I got to the point of true insanity. I opened my cell phone address book to find her number still in there, and I called it just to see what would happen. The answering machine, fortunately, didn't have her voice on it.
I also tried to send an email to everyone I knew that went to Downers Grove South, not just to let them know but to try to achieve some level of acceptance I hadn't found yet. It was a bit odd sending an email about such a sad topic to people I haven't talked to since I came to this school. Wednesday was not a much better night than Tuesday.
Four days and a few hours after having originally found out, I still don't know what I should feel or, more importantly, what I do feel about it. Though Cindy and I didn't talk much outside of school, she is the closest I've been to someone who has died. Typing all of this won't bring her back, but if it helps preserve her memory and gets a few more people to pray for her family, then it at least means something.
Dedicated to a positive, funny, and caring friend, and to the best played round of bowling I have ever seen.
I miss you, Cindy.
I was friends with Cindy while I was in high school. I met her originally in Geometry freshman year, where she sat next to me all year. Since I was a recluse and didn't talk to anyone, I barely said more than a few words to her throughout the year.
In my junior year, Cindy was in physics with me. She and I talked a bit, and, eventually, we ended up sharing a table for the good part of the year, about half of it. We shared tables in physics with one other person, so we got to talk to each other a lot. We would do stupid things on in-class assignments like write "Physics is Happiness" at the end of it, because physics in fact sucked and, well, Cindy was just that kind of funny person. She also somehow set up one of the stopwatches during an experiment to go off daily at 9:26. So everyday we sat there staring at the clock and laughing at 9:25, waiting for that alarm to start beeping for a full minute right under our teacher's desk while he was blah-blah-blahing.
In Senior year I got stuck in a shitty gym class with a sexist teacher i'd had the year before, and I looked over at the other class at the same time and a lot of my friends were in it, including Cindy. I managed to switch into that class to be with all my friends, and one of the things we did for a unit was go bowling at brunswick zone mon/wed/fri for a month or two. Cindy was a good bowler, she was on the team in high school and such. She and I were on the same team with our other friend, Amy. Once again, since I had a stupid sense of humor, especially around Cindy, we came up with the KFC acronym for our team name (Kilar, Fuller, Cebrzynski).
We all graduated and went our own separate ways, and when i talked to her again it was first semester freshman year. She was at Iowa and apparently not enjoying it too much. She ended up dropping out and going to COD back home for the latter half of her second semester, and then started at Benedictine after COD. We had talked about going bowling again sometime, just for old times sake (and since we both liked doing it).
Why would I spend all this time talking about someone I don't mention very often? I don't have to tell you that I walked into my apartment Sunday night to have my roommate Sarah ask me if I knew this girl from Downers Grove who died in a car crash earlier that day. Her name was Cynthia Cebrzynski.
It's weird the emotions you try to deal with when you hear something like this. Fortunately I had Eva to talk to that night. Still in the denial stage, it didn't really hit me until I was walking to the Union Monday night and suddenly realized I was going to my bowling league. I wondered for a brief second while I bowled if somehow her divine presence could help our team better. People wonder stupid things when they're in pain.
Tuesday night is where I got to the point of true insanity. I opened my cell phone address book to find her number still in there, and I called it just to see what would happen. The answering machine, fortunately, didn't have her voice on it.
I also tried to send an email to everyone I knew that went to Downers Grove South, not just to let them know but to try to achieve some level of acceptance I hadn't found yet. It was a bit odd sending an email about such a sad topic to people I haven't talked to since I came to this school. Wednesday was not a much better night than Tuesday.
Four days and a few hours after having originally found out, I still don't know what I should feel or, more importantly, what I do feel about it. Though Cindy and I didn't talk much outside of school, she is the closest I've been to someone who has died. Typing all of this won't bring her back, but if it helps preserve her memory and gets a few more people to pray for her family, then it at least means something.
Dedicated to a positive, funny, and caring friend, and to the best played round of bowling I have ever seen.
I miss you, Cindy.