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I came here today to post on 2 different topics. One is fantastically happy, and one is fantastically depressing.
Good news or bad first?
The latter; here goes:
When my friend Steve [aka Spag] died in 7th grade, it tore me apart. It was national news. He was one of the 4 Oak Hill students who died on a band trip to Canada. I avoided television, news websites, and even church for months to follow, so I wouldn't hear people talking about "those poor children," since I knew one on a personal level. I talked to my neighbors and family to get through it. None of my classmates knew him, so school was particularly hard. My sisters would come pick me up out of random classes and we would go down to the basement of the building, sit on this silly little bench and cry. Something like 40 counselors were offered at Oak Hill, and going to a private school meant I didn't get any.
Only recently I've felt alright finally looking up the incident and seeing what happened, and how people responded. I've looked up the details on what exactly happened with the bus & driver, and how these four kids died. The four who died were ejected from the bus. Another student found outside the bus (actually crushed underneath it) survived.
Spag's mother started a foundation for him, and the donations help send children to camp, particularly, Steve's summer camp & his eternal home (he was buried there). Also, I see now, that going to amazon through stevegliddenfoundation.org to buy books brings in 6% of the purchase to the foundation. I use Amazon a lot, so I think I can handle that one.
OK enough depressing.
I got an e-mail back from the Smithsonian and they want to meet me on December 3rd!!!!!!!!!!! YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY
Good news or bad first?
The latter; here goes:
When my friend Steve [aka Spag] died in 7th grade, it tore me apart. It was national news. He was one of the 4 Oak Hill students who died on a band trip to Canada. I avoided television, news websites, and even church for months to follow, so I wouldn't hear people talking about "those poor children," since I knew one on a personal level. I talked to my neighbors and family to get through it. None of my classmates knew him, so school was particularly hard. My sisters would come pick me up out of random classes and we would go down to the basement of the building, sit on this silly little bench and cry. Something like 40 counselors were offered at Oak Hill, and going to a private school meant I didn't get any.
Only recently I've felt alright finally looking up the incident and seeing what happened, and how people responded. I've looked up the details on what exactly happened with the bus & driver, and how these four kids died. The four who died were ejected from the bus. Another student found outside the bus (actually crushed underneath it) survived.
Spag's mother started a foundation for him, and the donations help send children to camp, particularly, Steve's summer camp & his eternal home (he was buried there). Also, I see now, that going to amazon through stevegliddenfoundation.org to buy books brings in 6% of the purchase to the foundation. I use Amazon a lot, so I think I can handle that one.
OK enough depressing.
I got an e-mail back from the Smithsonian and they want to meet me on December 3rd!!!!!!!!!!! YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY
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