Today, a girl in my (Junior) class’s mom died. It was expected, but they thought she had another week. (They were waiting for a lung donor.) Anyway, the principle came and got her out of first period and told her (it happened after she had left for school), then they made the announcement in homeroom.
The thing was, people who knew the girl, but had never met her mom, and people who hardly even knew the girl were in tears. Sure, I felt reasonably sorry for her and her family, but I’m not goning to be reduced to tears because someone-I-barely-know’s mother died. Some of the girls (it’s an all-girl school) spent the whole day in counselor’s office crying, and they only knew the girl because they had a class with her last year (or some vague relation like that). They had never even talked to her.
I can understand being sypathetic, but today was absolutely ridiculous. You had to be there to understand what I’m talking about. I’m not trying to come across as if I don’t give a care, but, really, some people are WAY too oversensitive.
“Death is the only inescapable, unavoidable, sure thing. We are sentenced to die the day we’re born.” -Gary Mark Gilmore