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Oh dear oh dear oh dear....
An old friend took their life a few weeks ago. I found out about an hour ago. I was thinking about her maybe three weeks ago - she killed herself around that time. Oh dear oh dear....
She was my Classroom Assistant for a year - the best one I ever had. It was the toughest class I ever taught but we rode shotgun with each other for a year and at the end of it that class could hold its head up high. We did it. All of us. Thirty kids, me and Sara.
She was beautiful. Five foot ten and bright blue eyes. She looked like Catherine Zeta Jones. Seriously, she was such a head-turner that you assumed she was a bit of a bitch but she was anything but. She had a tough life though. [Poor language removed] bugle-hoovering psycho ex who hounded her and hounded her and a spectrum disorder son who drained her energy more than he meant to. Poor, poor lad. Oh dear, oh dear...
I was going to ring her a few weeks ago. I meant to ring her loads of times. I never did though. Oh Sara, I'm sorry.
I remember a boy in my class (who call I'll Devon on here to protect his identity). There were so many obstacles in his life, so many issues, and yet he eventually managed to pull himself around and was eventually really successful in his SATs even though two years earlier he would scream "I can't write!" and storm out of the classroom. Sara was part of that. A massive part. She supported him, gained his trust. He would rant and rave and she would smile at him, even laugh gently, and help him when he'd calmed down. Eventually be became transformed - I met someone from his secondary school a few months ago and asked if they knew him. She smiled and said yes, of course, he was the politest boy in the school. Sara helped him so much. So much.
And eventually, we all three of us left the school at the same time to go elsewhere. I to another primary, of course, Devon to his secondary school and Sara left too because she didn't want to stay there without me. As chance would have it, she got another job supporting in Devon's secondary school which I though was great for both of them. She never did work directly with him again but she would tell me that she saw him practically every day and he would cheerfully call out "Hello miss!"
And now she's gone.
Oh dear. dear oh dear....
Too sad. Too, too sad.
I'm so sorry, Sara. I really did mean to ring..
An old friend took their life a few weeks ago. I found out about an hour ago. I was thinking about her maybe three weeks ago - she killed herself around that time. Oh dear oh dear....
She was my Classroom Assistant for a year - the best one I ever had. It was the toughest class I ever taught but we rode shotgun with each other for a year and at the end of it that class could hold its head up high. We did it. All of us. Thirty kids, me and Sara.
She was beautiful. Five foot ten and bright blue eyes. She looked like Catherine Zeta Jones. Seriously, she was such a head-turner that you assumed she was a bit of a bitch but she was anything but. She had a tough life though. [Poor language removed] bugle-hoovering psycho ex who hounded her and hounded her and a spectrum disorder son who drained her energy more than he meant to. Poor, poor lad. Oh dear, oh dear...
I was going to ring her a few weeks ago. I meant to ring her loads of times. I never did though. Oh Sara, I'm sorry.
I remember a boy in my class (who call I'll Devon on here to protect his identity). There were so many obstacles in his life, so many issues, and yet he eventually managed to pull himself around and was eventually really successful in his SATs even though two years earlier he would scream "I can't write!" and storm out of the classroom. Sara was part of that. A massive part. She supported him, gained his trust. He would rant and rave and she would smile at him, even laugh gently, and help him when he'd calmed down. Eventually be became transformed - I met someone from his secondary school a few months ago and asked if they knew him. She smiled and said yes, of course, he was the politest boy in the school. Sara helped him so much. So much.
And eventually, we all three of us left the school at the same time to go elsewhere. I to another primary, of course, Devon to his secondary school and Sara left too because she didn't want to stay there without me. As chance would have it, she got another job supporting in Devon's secondary school which I though was great for both of them. She never did work directly with him again but she would tell me that she saw him practically every day and he would cheerfully call out "Hello miss!"
And now she's gone.
Oh dear. dear oh dear....
Too sad. Too, too sad.
I'm so sorry, Sara. I really did mean to ring..
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Thats terrible mate. So scary to think that someone who sounds like she had it all going for her could find herself in such a position where she felt like that. Can happen to anyone and is a lesson to all of us that what we see on the outside can be decieving. Who knows what people are thinking. My mums best mate's 18 year old killed herself 2 years ago. Her twin sister dropped out of school and is still having real problems coping. Was a complete shock as she didnt seem to be having any trouble at all.
