So I was helping some friends shoot a PSA in the nursing department of our college and I had way too much fun with the uncanny training dummies. The JFK lookin’ one was my favorite, his name is Jeffrey.
Often I wake up and wonder how I’ll get through the day. Somehow I always do, so I guess everything is going to be okay.
photos by mohammad reza domiri ganji in iran of: (1) the dome of the seyyed mosque in isfahan; (2,8) the nasīr al mulk mosque, or pink mosque, in shiraz; (3,4) the vakil mosque in shiraz; (5) the ceiling of the fifth floor of ali qapu in isfahan; (6,10) the vakil bathhouse in shiraz; (7) the imam mosque in isfahan; (9) the jame mosque of yazd
Although I was not her best friend or even a very close friend, I still knew her and she was still a part of my college experience. She is someone that I cross paths with on any given weekday walking to class, a friend I would stop and talk to. Someone who would help me with homework, who I would so casually call up or text if I didn’t understand how to work a physics problem. She was such a smart girl, and so incredibly kind. Ha, I almost forgot that we would ride the drunk bus together way back in freshman year (as babies) to random Terrace View parties. Oh, and ridicule her Scott (who would put on weird British accents). She was so real to me and I cannot believe that she’s gone, just like that. It’s been 2 days now since I’ve learned that she’s been murdered and it still hasn’t sunk in. Rest in peace, Sam, wherever you are. You never deserved to leave so soon. You deserved to go to medical school and to live for yourself as well as for your sister. You will always, always be missed.