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When i was almost 16, i was in my last year of Special Ed. I had a teacher by the name of Mr. Hilliard, he was the best, and better than all the rest of the teachers that i had during those 7 years, in that system. He was a man's man and he could be tough, he wasn't nerdy like the other men teachers i had. He was pretty fair when it came to praise, and i really had to work for it in that last year. It wasn't easy, because he had us doing those long Algebraic math problems and i hated math, i always had a problem with it, and still do. So i had to do them when i hated it with a passion. The kids that were in my class were a good group of boys, Kelvin and Wooly were like my shadow, and protected me. Kelvin was the toughest black kid i knew that year, and there were other black kids i knew that were just like Kelvin, all of them were tough, or had that reputation of being tough, and yes, they were and could take care of themselves in those situations where they had to fight, to make their point, or at least get their point across. There was another black kid in my class, his name was Chris, he was different from all the rest, he was quiet, and very easy going, not tough like the other black kids in that school. I met Chrs a couple years earlier in another building i was in. Most of the kids, including me knew that he had these spells, because he had Epilepsy. He was on medication for it but in those days most of the medication for Epilepsy didn't work as well as it should have, because he had more than one seizure in a day. That last year, Chris was one of my classmates, we were friends, and he was a pretty nice guy, but even though i'd known him for more than two years, i still didn't know all that much about him personally. He was liked by most everyone in the school, teachers, black and white kids liked him. At that time he was about 13, maybe 14, and i had no idea if he had a girlfriend or if he even liked girls, because i'd never seen him with a girl during those school hours. In the classroom, he was quiet, but then he would have a seizure and cry out suddenly, and it would scare the living hell out of all of us. We all felt sorry for him. This happened quite often. One incident when he was going into a seizure it gave him this strength, because he would be trying to fight it, and when he had those seizures, he had to go to sleep for awhile after the fact. That one incident was out of the ordinary, because the teacher would be trying to get him to lay down, and he wouldn't lay down so when the teacher was trying to hold him down on the cot he slept on, he raised himself up, grabbed the teacher by the shirt and threw him halfway across the room like it was nothing, i was so scared, that i nearly ran out of that classroom.
Another day we were going to lunch and i was in the back of the line with Michael, another kid i knew that year, that was a good friend of mine we were just talking and out of the blue we heard Chris yell in the lunchroom, and my teacher ran passed us like he was the Flash, and we felt the breeze hit us as he passed us going as fast as he could into the cafeteria, Chris was having a seizure and he dropped his tray all over the floor, so Michael and i went to the other door, to see what was going on and this teacher told us to get back in line and we told him we wanted to see what had happened. So we stayed by that door and Chris was being taken out in a wheelchair, where he spent the rest of that day in the nurse's office, sadly it was the last time anyone who knew Chris, would ever see him alive, he went home that afternoon, and went fishing in a rowboat alone, he had a seizure and fell out of the boat, he couldn't swim, he drowned that day, Police divers found his body in 20 feet of water. I woke up the next morning to a very gray day, and i felt a premonition, of something, like a tremor, but ignored it. I went to school that day in a very good mood, but when i got to school, this vibe i felt was cold, sad, and ominous. When i got to my classroom, i noticed everyone was so quiet and Teri was in his seat in the far corner crying, and i couldn't figure out why. I walked towards the teacher's desk and he said to me, without looking at me directly, that Chris had drowned, and at first, i thought Mr. Hilliard was joking, because when he did tell jokes, he would not look you directly in the eye, if he did he would smile and that gave him away, but this time he was different, and i didn't take it seriously at first, i thought he was joking with me and i did say are you kidding, but he never answered me, and the vibe in the room got so much darker. It didn't hit me until one other teacher that Chris had, told me that he he'd died, and then it hit me and i was so upset by it. I never went to the funeral, i couldn't, i was hurting too much to face him and anyone else. I was told by others that it was a very sad affair. Chris was gone but i would often sense him there in the classroom, but never told anyone because no one believed in the occult as i did, and i knew he was still with us but not in the mortal sense, he'd left this world too soon, his life was just getting started, and it was sad that he'd gone from us as he'd done. I missed him. I would always remember him and when i left Special Ed, his memory went with me to high school. Before that year was over, Mr. Hilliard was a broken man because the death of Chris took alot out of him, and then before i left that school he left to take care of his Mother who was sick but even so he did get me out of Special Ed and into high school, but after Chris had died and was gone he was never the same after that, and when he went to take care of his Mother he was gone for the longest time, right up to the very last day of the year. He left us with Miss Barret, she was nice but an airhead, so she wasn't much of a teacher really, and we would get over on her every time, so we got away with murder when Mr. Hilliard was gone, and she took the brunt of our lies as it were. We played her hard and as many times as we could. After i got into my first year of high school i was missing those days in special Ed, and i often thought of Chris, while i was getting into the groove of high school life. At the end of that last year of Special Ed. My teacher, Mr. Hilliard was a shell of his former self. He was different after Chris died, not like he was, and i think it was because Chris was his favorite student, so he was very sad by what had happened to Chris. It hadn't hit me as hard at first, but then it did hit me, like it hit all the others in the school that year. There was a pall over the school for the longest time. I couldn't look over at his desk without thinking of him sitting there, even in ghost form. Even the class was different after he passed away. My first year of high school was a whirlwind for me, i was overwhelmed for the first few days i was there. It took me time to get used to everything around me, and the kids too, and i was such a shy kid in high school, i was shy alot more around the girls, because they were so much prettier in high school, than they were in Special Ed. It was a whole new world to me, as i said before, in this entry. I was thrust into a new environment and bombarded by a new wave of culture shock, it wasn't like in Special Ed, the kids were all one hundred percent normal, compared to me, but racist attitudes still existed around me, and the feelings towards the rise of the LGBTQ community was not good, it was a world ruled over by the old ideas of what was, and what was not normal, and i had to hide myself under that mask of conformity, because i had no choice, i was still in the closet, and would remain there until the world would hopefully change, for the better for those of us in the LGBTQ community.