Ever have someone die in your high school?

That's pretty sad. Throughout middle school and high school lots of kids died. They were all murdered. About ten all together. I already graduated. But I found it odd that all the victims in murders in our city were young students. The oldest victim in a murder was a college student, and was featured on America's Most Wanted. John Walsh (I think that's his name) came to the candel lite vigil thing. But I knew a girl in my government class in high school. During the summer she went missing. At the begining of my senior year her remains were found in a river by some kids playing. It's weird because I had only seen her a few months before in class asking for answers to a test. I didn't know her that well but it was still akward.

I've had one killed in Elementary school.

Also, not while I was in school, but two years after graduating one of my best friends was struck by a car and killed July 2005. I still can't believe it.

The selfish need for something more claws in vain at closing doors

*Big Hugs* I'm so sorry in the loss of your friend. It was obviously a shock and causing a great amount of grief to everyone who knew him especially yourself. How incredibly difficult it must be to deal with and feeling as though you have not said all that you wanted to your friend. However, he knows how you feel/felt as he is in heaven and is looking down on all of his family and friends. I truly believe that. Thank you for sharing your story and wisdom :)

Well, before school started, a friend of mine and his brother were in a car accident. His brother died and my friend was in the hospital in intensive care for a little while.
In Elementary School a teacher died, so we got a day off of school for that, and she got a page devoted to her in the year book.
After I left the city I was in for Elementary school, my old friends told me three more teachers died. No wonder our school was rumored to be haunted...

People don't die much in my city. Just get in accidents and end up in the hospital, mostly... And then run away a lot...

Yes. There were a couple of kids who died while I was in high schhol in the early 1980's - I remember there being a couple of car accidents where kids were killed - but there is one in particuar that I always will remember. It's kind of a spooky story, and kind of long, so either bear with me or stop reading now.

"Leo" and I were in the same grade. We had known each other since I'd moved to town in 7th grade, and even though I certainly wouldn't say we were close friends, we were both in band and we knew each other. We'd say hi to each other in the halls and such. He was a very shy kid - saxophone player, fairly good-looking, looked and acted older than his years, very quiet, and a good student, I think. It was the first day of 10th grade - our first year in the new "high school" (8th and 9th grades were in a separate junior high school). I was in one of my classes - first year Latin. It was a Wednesday. The teacher was taking attendance. I heard her call Leo's name, then she made a sign of acknowledgement and made a check in her book. I looked around and thought to myself, "that's funny, Leo's in this class? I didn't see him."

The next day, the teacher was again taking attendance, called Leo's name, nodded and made a check in her book. I looked around again, getting confused. She kept saying Leo was there, but I didn't see him anywhere in the classroom. The next day was Friday. Again, the teacher called Leo's name. This time, I turned fully around in my seat and looked at every chair in the room, one by one. Another band friend was sitting at the desk behind me. "Where's Leo?" I asked her. "The teacher keeps calling his name and acting like he's here, but I don't see him."

The girl behind me looked at me as if I were crazy. "He's RIGHT THERE," she stage-whispered to me from behind a cupped hand, gesturing towards a desk one row over and one desk back from hers. "You're staring RIGHT AT him." I looked at the desk she was pointing at in disbelief. There was a pile of books on the desk, but no one was sitting there. The chair was empty. The guy sitting at the desk in front of where Leo was supposedly sitting heard the whole exchange, and he, too, looked at me like I was nuts. Unable to make any sense out of the situation, I shrugged my shoulders, shook my head, turned back around, and went back about my day.

The following Monday, we came back to school. My Latin teacher greeted us with some horrible news. Leo had committed suicide. I think he shot himself with his father's gun. He left no note, no motive, no reason; even his friends were only able to determine that he'd just been a little depressed lately. The entire class = the entire school, I think - was just in shock; I don't think kids committed suicide quite as frequently in the early '80s as they do today.

What spooked me the most, though, was that I had supposedly sat in this same classroom with Leo for the first three days of the school year, and despite everyone assuring me that he had been in the room those three days .... I NEVER SAW HIM. Sometimes I wonder if my looking at him and talking about him as if he weren't there might have influenced his decision to take his own life ...? Doubtful, I know, but you know the crazy things that go through kids' minds sometimes. What if I had acted differently? What if I had reached out to him instead? Would it have changed things?

That's it, that's my story. It was one of the first strange experiences that I have had in my life that have convinced me that I must have some mild form of ESP. Over the years since, similar things have happened - nothing that I could put my finger on at the time and say, "X is going to do Y next Tuesday," but was only able to make sense out of after the fact. Go figure ...

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All these stories are really sad!
It's strange how we can all be affected by stories from people we barely knew.
I had to think for a while but about a year ago I read in the paper about a boy called Adam, nicknamed Nobby hung himself. He was in year 11 at the time, in my school, the year above me and friends with my brother. It was so sad. It said in the papers that he was addicted to drugs and hung himself. My gran also worked with his father in her operatic society so that was weird too. some of his friends wrote on the floor just outside school "RIP Nobby" and although it wasn't elegantly done it was still a sign of recognition to a school friend. on the way home I walked past it and saw some teachers scrubbing it away. there wasn't anything mentioned about him in school. I would have liked there to have had an announcement or a bench with a plaque. we have that in the garden part of our school courtyard for a student who died of cancer. I just thought our school was out of order!

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