What a ****ing day...

[JoeyNormal]

This morning, I was given school merit awards for debating, mediation and...girl's cricket. Oh, the hilarity. I have demanded that the school correct this mistake. 'Cause, y'see, despite it being announced, the school won't follow through and give me the prize. Damn'em.

I can get the captain of the first eleven girls' to swear that I was in fact on the team.

There is, o'course, the minor problem that I'm not a girl, and I don't play cricket. However, the school also seems to believe I'm in the first XI hockey, and do rock-climbing and volleyball for the school. Since when did institutions like the school let reality get in the way of bureaucracy, idiocy and pure bloody-mindedness.

Then, things went uphill, momentarily. We won the Rotary Debating Final - 3rd year in a row - and returned to the school with the trophy. Woo. I took a huge risk in my speech, and brutally savaged the opposition. The adjudicator, fortunately, thought my comments (Brilliant teamwork! It's almost like they've said the same speech three times! Wait...they have!) and my sarcasm was all appropriate. Best speaker. Woo.

Aaaaannndd thhheeennnn......things went downhill. Downhill like a boulder rolling down Everest.

A guy in my form at school died at lunchtime today. We returned happily, brandinshing our trophy...but walking in through the main entrance, to the school's grand ol'main block, we quickly realised things weren't quite...right. The counsellor scurrying out of the headmaster's office was a sign.

As was the group of staff members whispering in hushed voices. His name, and that "they" were trying to revive him, but didn't have much hope.

We all agreed to stay silent on that, spread no rumours, etc. Decide to wag the rest of the day.

Wandered the school, heading for the cars. Ohhh...****. Then thing hit home a little. Crying friends. Crying kids. Crying teachers.

We volunteered to do what we could. So, the head girl and I helped cordon off the area, wandering around in dress uniform, collecting other prefects, comforting his friends, doing what we could.

But...****. I've known the guy since primary school. He was in my first ever hockey team. But...I didn't react. No tears, no real sorrow. Just...a sorta dead feeling, and a rush of adrenalin. What the **** am I? An emotional deadzone? My best mate walked up to me and we just fell onto each other, hugging. He was almost crying, and he had been, obviously. My mother seemed more upset than me. WTF?

But, yeah. Got home an hour later than normal, as I stayed helping as long as I could. Then hadda go to the university, to see a lecture from my godmother (yeah, that one. Shaddup Who), who was kinda celebrating her promotion to head of paediatricts...or some such, I'm not the most accurate, eloquent or literate tonight. But, anyway, she is my best friend's mother. She, we agreed, couldn't be told.

Goddamn, how do politicians fix a smile so well?

After that, I hadda go to an awards ceremony for an economics competition, and then finally I got some food.

What a ****in' day.

[Monster]

Jeez, man, you need a vacation.

[Johnson]

What did he die of?

[oki]

maybe it will hit you lateron..its really quite normal for people to crack after a funeral,and not before.

[CptTrips]

Originally posted by Johnson
What did he die of?

That question fits you strangely perfectly. But I too am curious as to why a young student would drop dead in a school.

And it's not that you are "emotionally dead," it's just your way of dealing with the issue. I do the same thing.

[colonel]

Originally posted by Stage Monster
Jeez, man, you need a vacation.

Congrats on the first part.

REALLY sorry to hear about the loss of your mate. Don't worry too much about being emotionally empty. Many people react this way. I've known some people who crack up laughing when faced with the loss of a friend/relative. It's just pressure relief.

Kudos for helping out as much as you did and I hope things get better soon.

[JoeyNormal]

He had a heart condition. He died at lunchtime, while playing hackey sack [y'know, circle of people, small been-bag being kept in the air by kicks etc]. With his friends. Poor ****ing kids. There were ****ing 4th former watching, like 14 year olds.

The school nurse came, did what she could. An ambulance came, did what they could...and gave up. The police came, investigating it as a crime-scene, 'cuz they too think 17-18 year olds shouldn't fall over and not get up. However, I don't think there's any kinda foul play - just a poor ****in' kid.

And, yeah, vacation. Sounds like a plan. A damn good plan. Just gotta keep going 'til the end of November, then I can sleep. Exams and school over...

[christa]

some people just don't deal with things like that in a manner that the rest of us do. It doesn't mean you are dead inside. Without the strong in the world, it would fall apart. People gotta take charge, or nothing would get done.

congrats on the trophy on a lighter note.

sorry man

[BIG GABE]

Yo Joey, is this your first experience with death? Sometimes shock manifests itself in what is percieved as being 'emotionless'

I know my first experience with death left me that way.

[loudin1]

Really sorry to hear about your friend. That is a real shame.
Don't worry about not reacting immediately.. If you are like me, then it has not sunk in yet... for some people it does not become a reality until the funeral...

[Ciapra]

There's nothing wrong with your reaction Joey. Sometimes death will just freeze your brain... it'll go down into lockdown mode, so it doesn't have to think about what happened.

People deal with this kind of thing in different ways.... remember DB, cursing out his friend for suicide?

Anyways, you ever want to talk about it, I don't know how much help I can be, but you know where to find me.

[JoeyNormal]

Originally posted by BIG GABE
Yo Joey, is this your first experience with death? Sometimes shock manifests itself in what is percieved as being 'emotionless'

I know my first experience with death left me that way.

No. A guy in my rowing crew committed suicide three years ago.

I reacted the same way. I always seem to. Cold, calm, doing what has to done, and then gradually becoming angry at those who are not, in my mind, behaving appropriately. [For example, after I found out about ____'s suicide, two guys hassled him, and laughed about "that ***"...]

Respect for the dead'n'****.

But...at once I like this about myself, and at once I hate it. Strength is important to me, as is self control. Maybe too important. I tend to react to thing very stoically, maybe too much so.

For a long time, I lived on hate alone, and...life needs more than one emotion. I don't seem to feel sad, still, only ever really angry.

I have cried over one thing in the last year. The Sepultura song, Straighthate. I cried 'cause it described me all too well.

Ah well. I am alive. That's enough.

[206]

Originally posted by JoeyNormal
This morning, I was given school merit awards for debating, mediation and...girl's cricket. Oh, the hilarity. I have demanded that the school correct this mistake. 'Cause, y'see, despite it being announced, the school won't follow through and give me the prize. Damn'em.

I can get the captain of the first eleven girls' to swear that I was in fact on the team.

There is, o'course, the minor problem that I'm not a girl, and I don't play cricket. However, the school also seems to believe I'm in the first XI hockey, and do rock-climbing and volleyball for the school. Since when did institutions like the school let reality get in the way of bureaucracy, idiocy and pure bloody-mindedness.

Then, things went uphill, momentarily. We won the Rotary Debating Final - 3rd year in a row - and returned to the school with the trophy. Woo. I took a huge risk in my speech, and brutally savaged the opposition. The adjudicator, fortunately, thought my comments (Brilliant teamwork! It's almost like they've said the same speech three times! Wait...they have!) and my sarcasm was all appropriate. Best speaker. Woo.

Aaaaannndd thhheeennnn......things went downhill. Downhill like a boulder rolling down Everest.

A guy in my form at school died at lunchtime today. We returned happily, brandinshing our trophy...but walking in through the main entrance, to the school's grand ol'main block, we quickly realised things weren't quite...right. The counsellor scurrying out of the headmaster's office was a sign.

As was the group of staff members whispering in hushed voices. His name, and that "they" were trying to revive him, but didn't have much hope.

We all agreed to stay silent on that, spread no rumours, etc. Decide to wag the rest of the day.

Wandered the school, heading for the cars. Ohhh...****. Then thing hit home a little. Crying friends. Crying kids. Crying teachers.

We volunteered to do what we could. So, the head girl and I helped cordon off the area, wandering around in dress uniform, collecting other prefects, comforting his friends, doing what we could.

But...****. I've known the guy since primary school. He was in my first ever hockey team. But...I didn't react. No tears, no real sorrow. Just...a sorta dead feeling, and a rush of adrenalin. What the **** am I? An emotional deadzone? My best mate walked up to me and we just fell onto each other, hugging. He was almost crying, and he had been, obviously. My mother seemed more upset than me. WTF?

But, yeah. Got home an hour later than normal, as I stayed helping as long as I could. Then hadda go to the university, to see a lecture from my godmother (yeah, that one. Shaddup Who), who was kinda celebrating her promotion to head of paediatricts...or some such, I'm not the most accurate, eloquent or literate tonight. But, anyway, she is my best friend's mother. She, we agreed, couldn't be told.

Goddamn, how do politicians fix a smile so well?

After that, I hadda go to an awards ceremony for an economics competition, and then finally I got some food.

What a ****in' day.

Shouldn't this be in the Whine Celler?

[JoeyNormal]

Oh, and today a mate was busted with drugs at school (or, more accurately, and worse, in the Wilson Home, a home/hospital/school for seriously disabled kids). Bugger. Two weeks before the end. What an idiot.

Don't know if it was pot, worse, or just cigarettes. I know they've been toking pretty much every damn day recently, and we found the holed and kinda melted Coke bottle they used, so...not that much doubt.

This will most probably mean expulsion. Sadly, he deserves it.

[Update: Is suspended, pending a hearing in front of the school board. I intend to tell the student rep a few things I know about'em, and tell him that I'd like him to push for their expulsion]

[JoeyNormal]

Originally posted by 206

Shouldn't this be in the Whine Celler?

One, **** off. Two, **** you. Three, you're probably right. Four, shut the **** up you tactless twat.

[TwntyCent]

[Foul Temptress]

Originally posted by JoeyNormal


One, **** off. Two, **** you. Three, you're probably right. Four, shut the **** up you tactless twat.

Bypassing curse filters; name calling, Not Allowed.

[CptTrips]

Originally posted by JoeyNormal
One, **** off. Two, **** you. Three, you're probably right. Four, shut the **** up you tactless twat.

I don't care if your mother died; there's no reason so act like a complete imbecile. "OH PITY ME! PEOPLE I KNOW ARE DYING! WHY ME! OH WHY ME!"

Grow up.

[Foul Temptress]

Joey Can post what he wants, as long as its within the terms of service.

If that bothers you don't read it.

Anymore insults; or provoking of members in this thread will warrant a warning.

[JoeyNormal]

Princess, that warning was unjustified, and I protest it. I stand by the content of my post to 206, although perhaps not its wording. When someone has died, you don't tell those around him that they are whining.