So I found out someone who used to be in the sixth form at my school died on the 15th of February.
This naturally depressed me.
I didn't know him. But I did see him a lot while he was at my school. And he was always smiling. I don't think I ever saw him when he wasn't smiling.
He died rock climbing - something he loved. He lived in a tent for a year to raise money for Demelza House - £5000 ish. there are photos of him on Facebook wearing a dress. Do I really need to say more?
I wouldn't say too many people my age are much of an inspiration, to be honest. Because let's face it, my generation is pretty shit. We don't do anything. We plug ourselves into a computer or xbox and play games and go on facebook and whine a lot. But not many of us would live in a tent for a year to raise money for a local charity, would we? I know I wouldn't. I hate tents =]
But I think Stephen can be called an inspiration.
I was thinking about writing a poem or something in memory of him on the Poeming Kept Short thing on Protag by FogCat, but I can't write poetry. And I didn't know him, so I figured maybe not, eh? I wrote this instead.
We were given an assembly today where we were all told about his death, as if the KM notices all over town weren't enough to tell us. Our head of year, Mr H, was practically in tears while he was telling people about it. I wanted to hug him.
I wasn't the only one.
http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=330563203453&ref=search&sid=599032512.3058471374..1#!/group.php?gid=330563203453
It's a shame you had to die, Stephen, even if I didn't know you. At least you died doing something you love, instead of in a stupid car accident showing off. Hope wherever you might go now is better than this shithole, eh ;]
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