Yeah. It was around 1pm when it happened. She fell out of a window on the 7th floor, fell through a tree and landed on a car. We don’t know if she jumped or fell, but it’s pretty difficult to accidentally fall out of the windows in this place unless you try really hard or are in some bizarre awkward situation. I was in my room on the 6th floor, and I heard a thud, but no screaming. I just returned to my room after laying out on the green between a set of classroom buildings and dormitories on the other side of campus for a few hours. I’m not quite sure what to think of it anymore; if it was a suicide attempt, I wonder if she could’ve waited the two extra days until Thanksgiving Break. I live in a mostly freshman dorm, and most of us are stressed and homesick, especially since it’s near the end of the semester. I just hope if she lives that she’s not in a coma or permanently disabled. If she died, then I hope she goes to a better place where she’s happy.
I’m not quite sure how I should feel about this anymore.
-Indigo-
That’s exactly how my friend’s brother died; falling off a 5th floor balcony. Terrible accident, although there was speculation that it may have been suicide.
It’s always sad to hear such news, and I hope things turn out for the best over there.
My dad and a co-worker were driving down the Eisenhower expressway in Chicago and a woman jumped naked from an overpass into traffic. AND NO ONE HIT HER! Amazing, huh? Very sad.
I took a nice break out on the green for a couple of hours to think about things. I feel a little better about it, I just hope it wasn’t my roommate 'cause I haven’t seen her since about 15 minutes before it happened and she’s supposed to have left for home already. I guess I won’t find out if it’s her or not for a while. I’ll probably ask someone at the front desk if they have any clue who it is later on tonight. ::gives everyone a big hug 'cause she needs one right now:: At least talking to my SO helped calm me down while I was gone from the building.
hugs back In seventh grade one of my classmates committed suicide in the school bathroom. One of the scariest things about it was not being told who it was or what was going on. Just know that we’re all here for you.
~L
Wow, that’s really scary. One of my suitemates and close friends jumped out of a third floor window while high on acid my freshman year, face-first onto a concrete sidewalk. Miraculously, he just smashed up his face and arm, and is totally fine now. (He missed the rest of the semester, though.)
Saddest part was that he had just gotten rid of his retainer, and was done with his orthodontia.
Also, they kicked him out of the dorm for “unruly conduct” or something like that. I guess falling out a window is pretty unruly.
Indigo, there’s no “right” or “wrong” way to feel about these things - how you feel is how you feel. If you need to talk, talk. If you need quiet thoughtfulness, do that.
College is (as I’m sure you’ve found out) a very stressful time, as is being out on your own for the first time, and the holidays as well. It may be this person was overcome by despair. Some people are not as able to cope with stress as others. Some people who seem very normal and OK may be struggling with depression or other problems you are unaware of until something like this happens.
It may also be that this person became careless and had an accident. Just a dumb, stupid, horrible accident.
I would, however, be VERY surprised if it was your roommate and you weren’t told, even if no one else was. If nothing else, someone would show up to ask you questions about your roommate. Even in cases that are very clearly suicide (such as my eldest sister) the police are still obligated to investigate, just to rule out any even miniscule hint of foul play. (I must commend the officers involved in my sisters’ case - they were remarkably discreet and gentle about asking such difficult questions. I’m sure they didn’t enjoy it, either.) So if no one official has shown up, it was almost certainly not her.
Damn… I heard about it this evening, Indigo – and had even walked by near there on my way back from getting some lunch – probably just about a half hour before, if you say it happened around 1 PM. I was told that it was from the roof, although that was second-hand from a friend, and I haven’t been able to find any official news story online yet. I presume it will show up in the newspaper in the morning.
Hope you and the rest of your dorm are holding up okay – obviously this is going to shake everybody a bit. I know the feeling – at my undergrad college, a pretty small school, a guy I knew committed suicide (shot himself) on the green on campus, in the middle of the night.
Indigo – according to the paper this morning, it was a former student named Lisa Beck. Police say she jumped from the roof, and they are investigating it as a suicide. The story also makes it sound like maybe she wasn’t a resident of the dorm, but the details don’t seem too clear at this point.
That’s sad deja vu: http://www.seacoastonline.com/2000news/10_22b.htm
The girl in this case died the year after I graduated, but it made us all feel bad about the jokes about people jumping from that very building’s roof at finals. I can’t find any follow-up stories, but the buzz on campus was that it was a suicide.
Last night they read us the press release that they sent out. The girl did jump off of the roof. If you look at the roof of my building, it’s fenced off for the most part, and the part that isn’t is very hard to get to. One of the RAs on my floor knew her and said she was an RA for the sister dormitory next door last year. She wasn’t a student anymore because last year she had tried to kill herself. This time she succeeded.
I guess the worst feeling about living here know is sensing the imprints she left behind. I can tell what elevator she took up to the 9th floor, and I can feel the pain and suffering she was going through when she decided to make this final journey. Sometimes I hate being an empath, but at least there’s a benefit of being able to sense these things sometimes. Maybe she’ll move on sometime soon… otherwise, I’m not sure what I’m going to do about it.
Last week my roomate fell out of our dorm window too. (He was sitting on the edge) Of course, we are on the first floor, so I just ended up laughing at him.
My very first day of highschool, we heard over the PA that a kid who was supposed to be going into the senior class had committed suicide the week before school started. I can’t remember his name, although I saw a picture of him, which I can dimly recall. Straight A student. Popular, apparently. Or at least, everyone talked about how much they liked him after he was dead.
God, that first day scared the hell out of me. It started out with everyone getting their student ID, on the back of which were numbers for suicide hotlines, poison control, drug counciling, and about fiteen other really scary things. Then we got a big lecture about how if we got in fights, they’d be calling the police. The year before, when I got in a fight with Greg Martinez, we just got a rather damp lecture from out thoroughly un-intimidating principal. The one who was shorter than most of the sixth grade. I was pretty much completely petrified by the end of the school day.
