At wednesday we started the celebration of our graduation fairly early, but in a traditional way (for those who actually are graduates here in Norway, called russ, knows what I mean when I say "russedå").
The very same evening, a fellow student, which had participated in our celebration a little earlier, was involved in a car accident. He died the night that followed, and the students got the message early in the morning, me included. Things like this have never occured in my life before. A fellow student... dead. Horrible. We held a small seremony spontaneously at the afternoon, where everyone could cry their hearts out. I couldn't stop it. It's so terrible, and, no matter how cliché it sounds; unexpected.

I want to make a tribute to this person by drawing him or something, so I might upload some new stuff soon. My thoughts will be for the parents of this young man, as well as his girlfriend. There's a lot more people that knew him better than I did and probably will react far worse than I did.