grim reaper day

yeah, so today was grim reaper day at school. good stuff. i never honestly expected to hear my classmates wandering around going, 'man, i wish i'd been killed.' the best all day was in french, when the girl that sits behind me went, 'well.....i almost died...but then i decided i didn't want to anymore.'
so, for anyone who doesn't know what grim reaper day is, it's organized by SADD. every half hour, someone would get on the P.A. system and read off a statistic, like how many teens die from drunk driving every day, or how many commit suicide, and so on. and after that announcement, one of the 'grim reapers' comes into the classroom, picks a student, and pulls them outside. they give them a white shirt (with all the statistics printed on the back), and send them back into class. that student can't talk for the rest of the day. this is to symbolize what it would be like if West Islip was one of those statistics, hence their tagline, 'don't be another statistic.' i really wanted to 'die', but, you know, i never got picked. oh well. good times though. another great quote was in dance, we here the latest half-hour reminder, and someone brought up that they'd just seen a grim reaper out in the hall. so someone else goes, 'oh my gosh, that means someone's gonna die in gym!!' but she said it dead-serious.
haha. good stuff. thank you, west islip schools for sufficiently scaring the crap out of me, with my obviously impending doom. if there's that many ways to die when you're a teenager, than i'm definitly screwed. peace<3