Dead in the Gym

Damn. I was doing sooooo well with the posting everyday, and then we got to the weekend. It was a pretty busy weekend for me, what with my little sister graduating from high school and some other family stuff going on.

However, Friday night was incredibly fun. It was the night of my sister's graduation, and someone made the mistake of allowing my brother and I to sit together. This would have been fine, except for 2 things:

1. My brother and I are supremely loud and obnoxious when we get together.
2. We've only seen each other twice this year, making us even louder and more obnoxious than usual.

Even so, I felt that we were very well behaved until they got to the awards announcements. My sister won an athletic achievement award, which came with a small scholarship named for the school's former athletic director. Having attended the same school, I knew the story behind the scholarship and turned to my brother.

"He died in the gym, you know." I whispered.
"You're making that up." He said.

Another kid got a scholarship named for Mr. Mac, another man who died in the gym. This one I didn't know about, but it was ok, because the principal announced it.

"The last two scholarships have been in memory of two members of our beloved faculty. Actually, here's an interesting fact for you. Did you know that they both died in the gym?" She asked, as though she was saying that corn grows on farms or something equally obvious and unimportant. "I will always remember that day...and then the other day. They will both live on in my memory forever."

Are you serious?! What a way to end the graduation ceremony.

Shortly after, we were waiting outside for my sister to be done with the yearbook signing and the hugs and photos, and I saw a familiar face. It was Mr. Mac!!

"OMG," I whispered to my brother, "isn't he supposed to be dead?"

Luckily, one of my former teachers overheard and corrected me. It was a different Mr. Mac that died in the gym...apparently there are quite a few Mr. Mac's around here. Either way, I wasn't the kid from the Sixth Sense.

And that's the end of that chapter.