As if I wasn't feeling horrible enough...
Nov. 13th, 2007 06:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sherryillkSo today I found out via the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
nyu community that another NYU student has committed suicide last Friday at Water Street... It was a completely shock and it felt like a kick in the stomach.
Last Friday, I was doing laundry and as I was taking my clothes back up to my room, I noticed flashing lights and while I was waiting for the elevator, several firemen showed up. I thought about asking them if I should be worried but I kept silent.
When an elevator finally showed up, I got in and so did they. Apparently they had said they had an emergency and needed to get off first but I didn't quite hear them and ended up pushing the button for my floor and they got pretty pissed at me... :(
I tend to retreat into myself so I'm not exactly the most attentive person around. And I'm a bit hard of hearing, have been since I was a kid, so if it's said fast or softly (or both), I'll miss what is being said. It's certainly hasn't been helped by getting an iPod... In the year that I've had it, I've noticed a gradual decline my hearing which is alarming to say the least. So when the fireman told me about the emergency the first time around, I missed it. T_T
I was feeling pretty guilty after that -- what if me getting off first made a difference and stuff like that went through my head for the next few days... I can't let these things go very easily... I've never been good at admonishments since I hold them close even years after they've been said... I still remember my sixth grade teacher telling me not to flaunt my math skills and how a store clerk once told me not to run in the store... Things like that stay with me and this one just wouldn't settle.
And then today, I hear about the suicide that was on Friday night at Water Street. What are the chances that the firemen I rode an elevator with were there for an entirely separate reason? T_T Somehow, I think this is going to another instance where this memory is going to stay with me my entire life...
nyu community that another NYU student has committed suicide last Friday at Water Street... It was a completely shock and it felt like a kick in the stomach. Last Friday, I was doing laundry and as I was taking my clothes back up to my room, I noticed flashing lights and while I was waiting for the elevator, several firemen showed up. I thought about asking them if I should be worried but I kept silent.
When an elevator finally showed up, I got in and so did they. Apparently they had said they had an emergency and needed to get off first but I didn't quite hear them and ended up pushing the button for my floor and they got pretty pissed at me... :(
I tend to retreat into myself so I'm not exactly the most attentive person around. And I'm a bit hard of hearing, have been since I was a kid, so if it's said fast or softly (or both), I'll miss what is being said. It's certainly hasn't been helped by getting an iPod... In the year that I've had it, I've noticed a gradual decline my hearing which is alarming to say the least. So when the fireman told me about the emergency the first time around, I missed it. T_T
I was feeling pretty guilty after that -- what if me getting off first made a difference and stuff like that went through my head for the next few days... I can't let these things go very easily... I've never been good at admonishments since I hold them close even years after they've been said... I still remember my sixth grade teacher telling me not to flaunt my math skills and how a store clerk once told me not to run in the store... Things like that stay with me and this one just wouldn't settle.
And then today, I hear about the suicide that was on Friday night at Water Street. What are the chances that the firemen I rode an elevator with were there for an entirely separate reason? T_T Somehow, I think this is going to another instance where this memory is going to stay with me my entire life...
