Well, the end of the semester sure snuck up on me.

So much has happened since my last post! I should have sat down and blogged about it all much sooner, I know… but I did take down notes in a notebook, so that when I do finally post it on my blog (now), I will know exactly what to say. So, I get some credit for that?

I’ll be honest. I didn’t want to come on here to write about driving. Not even knowing it will affect my grade mattered to me.
Four weeks ago, a guy I graduated from high school with died in a car accident. I went to a small high school because it was on an Air Force base in Germany. My graduating class only had 106 people. DoDDS schools are a tight-knit community. My high school didn’t really have many cliques. We all got along with everyone, and Jordan did especially. Anytime there’s a tragedy like this, you hear everyone say, “everyone just loved him,” and “he was so sweet and so funny – he had so much to offer the world!” Everyone goes on to describe the typical popular quarterback, prom king type of person.

But Jordan really was my high school quarterback and he was our prom king. But not because he was just popular among the jocks and the “average” or “uncool” crowd didn’t like him or even know him. No… he truly was an amazing person. I had a math class with him and he made the class fun. He was always making me laugh. He even had the teacher cracking up! He was such a positive person and such a joy to be around.
Telling you about him wouldn't even do him any justice, so I'll just say that when I heard the terrible news, I thought to myself “of all people… why him, of ALL people?”

The worst part is, Jordan was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. Another driver was being chased by police, and he ended up crashing into three other cars, causing a huge pile up. Jordan was the only fatality. I read that his car went airborne, crashing into the traffic lights before it came crashing back down to the ground. Eye witnesses said they knew there was no way anyone in that car could have survived that.

It breaks my heart. Even now, a month later, I’m getting teary-eyed. So after that, I didn’t want to write about driving… I didn’t even want to drive. You can’t trust people coming at you with that much power, speed, and steel.


RIP <3