By Odessa Stork, The Hofstra Chronicle, March 30, 2020
When I was a senior in high school, one of my classmates died by suicide just a few months before graduation. I remember walking to school with my best friend the day after it happened. As we made our way along the overpass, I looked down at all the cars speeding on through. “Shouldn’t everyone, just, like, stop?” I thought to myself.
I was 16 and it was the first time that my world had been seriously turned upside down, so in my brain, it didn’t make any sense that the rest of the world wasn’t stopping to grieve with me. Instead, the world just kept turning.
For the most part, our teachers and administrators were incredible; they had deep empathy for what my friends and I were going through. But nothing stopped. Tragedy on Tuesday, assignments due on Thursday.
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