A guy from my dorm committed suicide today. I was coming in the door after Geology and a guy comes running past me to the front desk and yells to call 911, someone has fallen out of their window. 10 seconds later a girl comes running down the stairs and yells the same thing. I went up to my room not quite believing it, but I could see him out the window, facedown on the pavement. Apparently he had jumped from the 9th floor. The UofM cops showed up a few seconds later and covered him in a sheet. Tori and I just stared out the window.
As I was walking down to lunch I heard two girls talking behind me. One said to the other, "If you ever need to talk about anything, call me ok? No matter what it is. I love you and I don't want to lose you." That got me thinking. Even though this hasn't been the easiest semester of my life (whose first semester is?), I really am grateful for all those friends who are there to listen to me and make me smile.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!