another one.

I lost another student. He died of liver failure and complications from diabetes. He was 19.

I have started to wonder what it is like to have student stories like, so and so just got into UCLA or is making a difference in the community. My stories are so and so died, was stabbed, executed (happened last year), is back in jail, or is back on drugs. The good kids here go home and disappear for the most part, but one of the stories listed above was one of our "good kids." I am emotionally empty from working here. Please don't tell people, but I am grateful that they don't have the funding to keep me next year. I want a job, but not this one. I can't take it anymore.