I Was Told A Sad And Scary Event Happened At Tianjin Normal University Of Elementary Education

It was the winter of 1993 and I stand there in sleepy, little seaford huddling inside my school blazer against the chill of the air waiting for my bus to take me to school. The sound of train wheels screeching on the tracks drift off in the distance and cigarette smoke engulfs me from a nearby junkie puffing away. Seaford is a quiet suburb on the mornington peninsula, everyone knows each other and everything about each other. Small news for most suburbs is big news for seaford because nothing ever happens in little seaford. My bus drops me off at school, students are rushing to get to there classes and the usual chatter fills the air. I get to my class and take a seat except I can't help notice that today there is more buzz flowing through the air from my classmates, i look around and i can see expressions of fear as well as excitement on their faces. However all i can feel is confusion. What is everyone talking about? The principle makes an announcement over the speaker “most of you are aware of the recent murders in the frankston seaford area, both these murders were very similar which is why the police suspect that there is a serial killer targeting young women. All students must not go home alone and must not walk down the golf links road track unless accompanied by other students” A lump forms in my throat and my mouth goes dry. I feel vulnerable as ever.

I had no idea what to think. Plane crashes only happened in TV shows where the characters landed more or less safely on some sort of magical, deserted island. This shocked my simple, easy-going 9-year-old world and was quite frightening for me. I thought that this would just be a strange anomaly, but it was not. A year later, I lost another friend, a boy who could have gone on to be the next Messi, died unexpectedly to a malicious cancer. Two years after that, another childhood friend to a swimming accident. All of these were accidents, horrible tragedies that occurred to young kids just as healthy and normal as I was. Nothing about these boys gave any hint to their tragedies that would cut their lives short, yet in almost the blink of an eye, their lives were. This made the idea of death very real to me. Before them, the only death’s I had really known were that of my great-grandparents. However, in this case, my great-grandparents’ deaths were expected, while those three boys’ were not. While death had become more of a reality to me, it still did not come across as something that could really affect me, but more of just a fear hidden somewhere in the back of my head. Come my 8th grade year in middle school, however, all of this would

The pulsing pain compelled the victim’s eyes to swell and water. While tears flowed like rivers down her face, she felt lethargic and laid her head on top of the blood soaked desk. Closing her eyes, the girl realized she just committed the worst evil there was: the taking of one self’s life. Suicide is a selfish and an unforgivable act which can never be undone and hurts the people closest to you. Bullying related suicide is spread worldwide, the subsurface and surface features depict how bullying and suicide affect people and love ones. Suicide should never be committed, there are always other options such as talking to the authorities, close relatives, or friends. The Thai insurance ad which claims that suicide is a egocentric act and hurts those who are close to you should be accepted and spread

Nothing could prepare me for the news I received six years ago about the unexpected death of my close friend Joey. I will never forget the night he died. How I had been with him just minutes before, and how his death was totally unnecessary and preventable. A few weeks before Christmas in 2001, Joey, myself and a few of my other co-workers were closing down the local restaurant we worked at while attending Umass Lowell. It had been a busy night, and we didn't end up finishing work until 1am. Having worked all day, we were all extremely tired, and could not wait to go home. Most of us were staying in Lowell at the time, but Joey had chosen to commute to campus and therefore had to travel out to Reading. I

Suicide is the third leading cause of death among 10-24 year olds in the United States (Kim, Dickstein). Every year there are thousands of teens dying, not from cancer, getting shot, or car accident, but by their own hands. Teens make the choice of committing suicide. Researchers reported that the number of teen suicides are rapidly growing each year. Whether people realize it or not, this is a huge problem and people need to acknowledge this situation. This problem can be prevented, just like any other problem in our world. Last year, there was this guy who committed suicide days before his graduation, but no one knew the justification behind his actions nor seen the signs. Locals would say many reasons why he did it, but only he knew why he did it. There are many causes to someone wanting to commit suicide. According to his mother, he was somewhat depressed, but continue to say that there was nothing wrong with him. Depression is the leading cause of someone wanting to committing suicide. Based on my research, I have come to the conclusion that depression is the main cause of suicide and experts agree with

It was another typical Tuesday - a mostly cloudy, warm spring day, 65-70 degrees. All kids were getting up, and heading off to school like any other weekday. Feet shuffled through the halls as the bell rang, indicating for class to start. Something seemed to be in the air, though, that just didn 't quite seem right. Everyone moved on through their morning without giving things a second thought. Little did all of the students and teachers know, fifteen people would be dead within only a few hours.

We witnessed the destruction left by the earthquake in the Enrique Rebsamen School, which killed at least 22 students and 4 adults (according to the Telegraph News). Also, in the middle of a busy road, there was an altar in honor of those who passed away during the earthquake, followed by a list of people missing and hospitalized. I encountered people sheltering in the parks with tents made out of clothing and blankets. As we arrived to the piazza, people prayed in circles asking for their loved ones eternal peace and other’s quick recovery as rained poured over their heads. My immediate reaction to these encounters was to cry. I cried because although I was expecting all this, I wasn’t prepared for it. Encountering these situations made me value what I have at home and every opportunity that is offered to

The day was young, and the sun blazed from the sky. It was an afternoon, and the atmosphere around me was filled with joy. Everyone was excited and waited in anticipation for the final whistle to be blown. It was only five minutes to go, and Cameroon was leading in the soccer match with distinction. Suddenly, the principal's car came rushing towards the entrance to the hospital where I was admitted and my friends and I got up with the speed of light and was about to run to our hospital beds when we saw the least expected. A student was brought out of the principal's car with blood all over his body and looked unconscious. My stomach plummeted due to the sight, and I panicked. When the student was brought into the hospital, I felt like I was

It was a Saturday afternoon in the small town of Moscow, Idaho when tragedy struck. My grandfather was meeting with a businessman from Seattle, when an armed gunman entered the building. The gunman proceeded to shoot my grandfather and the man from Seattle several times. The man from Seattle was transported to a hospital in Seattle by helicopter, and thankfully, survived. My grandfather was rushed to the nearest hospital in an ambulance, but died due to the severe damage the bullets had caused to his chest. I vividly remember my parents breaking down in tears I never knew they were capable of. That day I experienced what it was to truly grieve.

One of the major issues of the 21st century is suicide. The suicide rate has been increasing over the years rather than decreasing currently, “Suicide is the second leading cause of death for people15-29 years of age. Teen suicide statistics for youths 15-19 years of age indicate that from 1950-1990, the frequency of suicides increased by 300% and from 1990-2003, than that rate decreased by 35%.Over the past decade, however, the rate has again increased to 12.1 per 100,000. Every day, approximately 105 Americans die by suicide” (Suicide Fact 2003-2016). Suicide is not something easy that can be controled because although it is possible to see when a person has a problem it is hard to get the person to speak about the situation they are in.

Four caskets lowered into the cold dark ground, inside each casket laid a young lifeless body, a football player, a dancer, a baseball player, and a track star. The crowd of the loved ones that laid in the caskets broke down in tears, others stood there in disbelieve watching as they buried each high school student. The parents of the children yelled and cried asking God why he took their child away. Friends stood there trying to hold back tears of heartache. Nobody could believe that their child, brother, sister, best friends were taken away from them so fast. As the days, weeks, months, and years past by nobody was the same since the night of the accident, a piece of them was gone and they were never getting it back. Everybody now doesn’t

It was a gloomy, rainy day on February 21, 2017, I was told terrible news and it is the greatest fear of my life. The sun was trying to peek behind the clouds. I left school at lunch to go to Arkansas Children’s Hospital in Little Rock Arkansas. On the way to Little Rock everything was going splendid, and we did not think that there was going to be anything terrible told, because me and my mom thought everything was going well.

After a second, I shook off my fear. I was heartless, I felt nothing. Not after everything that had happened to me. I saw my own family killed right before my eyes and now I was afraid of some 18-year-old I’d just met. I gave him a stony look as I swept his hands off my desk and he stood, and looked at me while I looked ahead at the board. After a couple seconds, he walked to the back of the classroom and sat down, back to his smiles and games.

Tears rolled down my cheeks and painful nostalgia flashed through my mind as I stood before Mr Joseph Otoo’s casket. I wondered how life could be so cruel. How could someone who invested his life in making his students achieve outstanding excellence pass unnoticed? Was this nature’s reward for his investment in my upbringing?

This event has affected me so much because I never got able to trust in people that easy, this event teached me that some people just lie to you, some people just do it for fun for break hearts from innocent