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Jun. 21st, 2002 12:45 amDammit, why couldn't I just stay in my blissful little bubble? Why did I have to read the paper today, thus seeing the obituary section? ::sigh::
So this girl, Adrienne Hayes, I know who she is and all. She's a senior. I've seen her around school. A little less than 2 weeks ago, I hear about a car accident and how she was critically injured. Head trauma, the works. Of course I thought it was sad but beyond that I didn't give it much thought. I assumed she would survive and live to die another day. I never even realized who she was beyond that instant spark of recognition when I saw her picture in the yearbook.
So I went along with life. I graduated.
Now I just discovered that she died on June 18.
Fuck. Right after I read it, I started thinking about her and realizing I actually knew her. She sat right in front of me in Zoology. She gave me a Halloween Flanders light-up toy Burger King toy as a prize that she got from work during a question-answer thing in class. I'm sure none of this would have meant anything to her. She probably didn't know me from Eve.
One of my teachers set up a fund to buy her a new yearbook (her old one got trashed in the accident) and got lots of people to sign it. Of course, this was when she was just in a coma. I guess the yearbook is bloody useless now... No, it's not just the waste of money and effort, but just the waste. Of life, of potential. Of youth. How easily it can all be lost. Now she'll never get to appreciate all the effort everybody put in to give her back some of memories. She'll never feel that sense of accomplishment of having ended high school. She's listed on the official roster of graduates. Bloddy good that did.
I'm sure I could attach some trite phrase about how life is short and worth something but it's not worth the fucking effort.
So this girl, Adrienne Hayes, I know who she is and all. She's a senior. I've seen her around school. A little less than 2 weeks ago, I hear about a car accident and how she was critically injured. Head trauma, the works. Of course I thought it was sad but beyond that I didn't give it much thought. I assumed she would survive and live to die another day. I never even realized who she was beyond that instant spark of recognition when I saw her picture in the yearbook.
So I went along with life. I graduated.
Now I just discovered that she died on June 18.
Fuck. Right after I read it, I started thinking about her and realizing I actually knew her. She sat right in front of me in Zoology. She gave me a Halloween Flanders light-up toy Burger King toy as a prize that she got from work during a question-answer thing in class. I'm sure none of this would have meant anything to her. She probably didn't know me from Eve.
One of my teachers set up a fund to buy her a new yearbook (her old one got trashed in the accident) and got lots of people to sign it. Of course, this was when she was just in a coma. I guess the yearbook is bloody useless now... No, it's not just the waste of money and effort, but just the waste. Of life, of potential. Of youth. How easily it can all be lost. Now she'll never get to appreciate all the effort everybody put in to give her back some of memories. She'll never feel that sense of accomplishment of having ended high school. She's listed on the official roster of graduates. Bloddy good that did.
I'm sure I could attach some trite phrase about how life is short and worth something but it's not worth the fucking effort.
