The worst week.
On Monday, the first day back after holidays, the head of school came into our lecture, along with the head of college, plus two uni counselors, and we were told that one of our classmates passed away on the weekend.
We weren’t told what happened, or anything other than that.
The girl who passed away, she was my age, only 21. She was quiet and kept to herself, but she was really nice, and while I didn’t know her that well, she was someone I saw every day for the last four years. I can’t even begin to imagine how her closest friends are feeling.
I don’t know what to think, or what to say, or what to do. It is such a massive shock. The only consolation is that everyone in my year has stuck together and we’re all helping each other get through this. We were always a pretty close year level, and I think sadly enough, that this has brought us closer. When we were told on Monday, a group of us who live on campus sat in the hallway for five hours, trying to understand what the hell was going on. And even now, I still can’t believe it.
No one can believe it, really.
One of the worst parts was the next day when we turned up to lectures, and the lecturer continued on like nothing had happened, but when I looked around the lecture theatre, basically everyone looked tired and upset, and the mood was so sombre. I even half expected to see her sitting over on the right side of the room where she usually sat. Everything was continuing like normal, except nothing was normal.
I don’t even have the words to explain how shaken up I’m feeling by all of this. This week doesn’t seem real. I’m still waiting to wake up from this crazy nightmare…