|Barked: Thu Aug 4, '11 4:29am PST |
When my first dog, Sandy, died I couldn't even face the thought of going to school the next day, so my parents kept my sister and I off.
The day after I went in though.
People were asking why I was off, and I couldn't say, I knew if I explained, I'd start crying.
My form tutor took me a side and asked what was wrong, and I wouldn't tell him, so he sent me to a teacher that he knew I get on really well with, and it took all my courage to tell him. He was really understanding, and didn't make me go to lessons that day, he kept me with him.
Sandy died 4th May 2010.
Even now, I get upset and wonder how I made it this far.
I remember going into school on 4th May this year, and first lesson was Science, and we had a supply. I was in no mood to speak to her. She kept asking what was wrong, as did most people in the class. I wouldn't say. My friends knew anyway.
In the end, I ended up getting up and walking out of the class.
I stood outside the room for a bit, and opposite is the P.E. Office(Staffroom)..
The teacher who I actually told walked out of the PE Office, and said "Been sent out again?" I went "oh, no. I walked out?" He asked why, and I said it doesn't matter. He stood there for a moment, thinking. Then said "Wait, it's been a year today hasn't it?..You know, since Sandy died." I was amazed that he actually remembered, and I admitted that was why I walked out. He went "oh.. well... you don't want to be standing out here by yourself, that isn't going to help. Come for a walk with me", I ended up staying with him for the whole day again.
But, again, I think you should get the day off.
People are more understanding than you think.
Which is exactly what this teacher proved to me.
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