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Oct. 23rd, 2007

Rough day. Shitty day indeed. And there isn't much more I can say. I'm hoping for better things tomorrow.
Start of day - liturgy at nine for whole school for the two girls who have died. Boss wants girls from St Pats to join in, sends for them. We wait, I wait standing at the front of the assembly, the whole school just sits in silence for ten whole minutes. It was amazing. We had a heap of candles lit so I guess they focused on that.
Straight up to teach classes. Second class really shitty. Girl yelled at me. Me! I wasn't really up to that. I actually thought I might cry. I don't do that in class. First time I've walked out for a breather. I went back though. You have to get on with things. And the girls are unsettled. Death is hard for teenagers. I didn't say anything to her.
Busy lunch, tried to get the computer guy to fix my work PC. He fixed one thing but says it can't write to a disk. It doesn't have the capacity, how sucky is that?
Afternoon okay but I was going to slip away on time and the Principal nabbed me and asked me to stay to meet with the family of the girl who died, to help plan the funeral for Friday. Great. They're Vietnamese Buddhists but have no leanings towards a strongly Buddhist funeral. We made plans. Took them to the room we set up for girls to grieve in. There is a book the girls have been writing stories about Vui in, it's beautiful, and they've left amazing messages on the whiteboard for her. Someone has taped some lovely photos of her on there too. Candles. Music. Nice. I left at four. Collected boys from friend's house. Felt crappy about that but she was really great about it, it was no bother. I have wonderful friends.
Took Christy to clarinet and German. Did the grocery shopping at half past seven.
It was all too much really for little old me. I feel so ...weary. But I'm sure tomorrow will be better. I'm sure. Holly's funeral is at one p.m. I think our seniors will go.
So. That's the day. It was just... a day. Time to live for the next day now and cherish every moment of it. I think I can do that.


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Oct. 23rd, 2007 02:47 pm (UTC)
Death - and funerals - are desperately tiring, even if you don't have to organise anything. You have had a hard time.

Oct. 24th, 2007 08:31 am (UTC)
Thank you for the hugs! {hugs you back}

My last lesson of the day today was planning the participation of the girls in the funeral on Friday. The girls were very brave.
Oct. 24th, 2007 09:20 am (UTC)
So were you.

My C of E vicar father said he never got used to it. And he was the only curate (i.e. didn't have a parish church of his own) in Newcastle upon Tyne during WW2 - they refused to call him up because they needed someone to deal with all the funerals on a city-wide basis. Apparently sometimes he was just conducting funerals and dealing with the bereaved all day every day.
Oct. 23rd, 2007 10:53 pm (UTC)
Aw, I'm sorry your day was so crappy. I don't know if there was a way today could have gone well for you. Hope tomorrow's better!
Oct. 24th, 2007 08:36 am (UTC)
Hey, thanks. I did have a much better day today.
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