It was late September of my 8th grade year. We sat on the edge of our seats in Ms.Hansen’s class, watching every tick of the clock pass by. We anxiously awaited the clock to strike 2:00 that Wednesday afternoon. Unanimous silence fell upon everyone as the minutes ticked closer. Silent prayers and worries for him consumed our minds. We couldn’t believe Jacob was going in for surgery any moment.
Just days before his four-wheeler accident Jacob and I were passing notes in class, laughing, and goofing off. I’ll never forget the first note he gave me that day. It was an oddly folded piece of notebook paper. I unfolded each crease to discover all he had wrote was a giant smiley face in the center of the page. I looked back at him and we laughed and smiled at each other. When class dismissed I thought nothing of tossing the note in the trash. To this day I still regret not holding on to it just a little longer.
I was informed Thursday afternoon that the surgery had gone well. I was relieved and thought the hardest part was over. I was wrong. His condition worsened and went downhill from that point. On October 12th I received a text message from my best friend, it said, “He’s gone :’(.” My eyes swelled up with tears. Not much longer after I received …show more content…
Since then I’ve never looked at other’s writing in the same perspective. I’ve come to know on a personal level the importance and sentimental value a person’s writing can withhold. In the 9th grade I had the privilege of being in Jacob’s dad’s AP human geography class. We called him Coach Woerner. He often complimented my writing on the FRQs (free response questions) we completed for his class. So, when my final assignment came about for my 10th grade literature class, I knew exactly what I wanted to write about. I wrote a poem about Jacob titled “Graduation”. I couldn’t think of a better way to use my writing than to honor Coach Woerner and his