Tuesday

    It was strange returning to school the next day.  Students who didn't know Brian continued to walk the halls, talk to people, and went on about their lives despite the fact that less than 48 hours ago, one of their peers killed himself.  People were talking about "the dead kid."  "Ya I had him in one of my classes...."  "I'm glad he is gone because he was one of those (making a hand gesture-a wave forward). " 

    The school arranged for us to have a bus to take us to the Wednesday funeral in Medina MN.  Brian was to be buried at his home church. 

    I don't remember much about this day because I was in such a fog.  We all wore white/red/purple ribbons to signify Brian.  I got yelled at by a teacher for cutting up ribbons during class time- he thought that I should have been paying attention to American History.  I could not concentrate on anything.  Many of my friends didn't come to school that day because the pain was too great.

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