As I walked in the door from school tonight, my phone rang. One of my classmates was calling; another classmate had been hit by a car (not fatally, thank god), and did I know the name of her boyfriend so the boyfriend could be called?
I didn’t. In fact, I didn’t even know she had a boyfriend, and I feel really lousy about that right now. We’re in two classes together and even in a working group for one of the classes; you’d think I’d have learned something as basic as her relationship status halfway into the semester. What kind of self-involved person does that make me?
The other thing that really makes me feel bad is I drove right by the accident scene tonight, and I didn’t know it was her. As I drove past campus heading home, I noticed that there was a fire truck, an ambulance, and a police car all clustered round a car in the street, plus a lot of students standing around. But I didn’t stop to ask what had happened. I just wanted to get home after a long day.
I really wish now that I had stopped.
Bleh.