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Goodbye, Scott
Jan. 12th, 2010 10:29 amMy high school friend Scott passed away last night.
There was never a time I knew Scott when he didn't have life-threatening health problems. It infused his teenage life with a level of passion that I've rarely seen in other people. He had total commitment to every opinion, both positive and negative. He was extremely intelligent, loyal, and witty. He drove his scooter around the Illinois Mathematics and Science Academy campus as a genuine rock star. I was in awe of him.
I had a rough time at IMSA. I didn't possess the maturity to handle a residential high school for the gifted. Scott took me under his wing (I was Sophomore when he was a Senior). We spent countless hours hanging out, talking, and listening to music. He introduced me to the albums of They Might Be Giants. He brought me into the IMSA clique that formed around Club Pseudo, the monthly open-mike night. When I was really down during my first birthday away from home, he gave me the gift of a Tom Baker glossy.
After Scott graduated, we kept in touch for the next couple of years. Then, like most high school friends, we drifted away from each other. A couple of years ago we found each other on Facebook. Unfortunately, we never found a time to meet for lunch.
I'll miss you, Scott. You made my life better.
There was never a time I knew Scott when he didn't have life-threatening health problems. It infused his teenage life with a level of passion that I've rarely seen in other people. He had total commitment to every opinion, both positive and negative. He was extremely intelligent, loyal, and witty. He drove his scooter around the Illinois Mathematics and Science Academy campus as a genuine rock star. I was in awe of him.
I had a rough time at IMSA. I didn't possess the maturity to handle a residential high school for the gifted. Scott took me under his wing (I was Sophomore when he was a Senior). We spent countless hours hanging out, talking, and listening to music. He introduced me to the albums of They Might Be Giants. He brought me into the IMSA clique that formed around Club Pseudo, the monthly open-mike night. When I was really down during my first birthday away from home, he gave me the gift of a Tom Baker glossy.
After Scott graduated, we kept in touch for the next couple of years. Then, like most high school friends, we drifted away from each other. A couple of years ago we found each other on Facebook. Unfortunately, we never found a time to meet for lunch.
I'll miss you, Scott. You made my life better.
