According to Elizabeth Kubler Ross,

According to Elizabeth Kubler Ross, there are five stages of grief a person passes through after the death of a loved one: Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance.
 
I took a psychology class during the last semester of my junior year when we lived in Texas. We were discussing stage four when the principal walked into the room, pale as a ghost.
 
"Layken, can I see you in the hallway please?"
 
Principal Bass was a pleasant man. Plump in the belly, plump in the hands, plump in places you didn't know could be plump. It was an unusually cold spring day in Texas, but you wouldn't know it from the rings of sweat underneath his arms. He was the type of principal that hung out in his office rather than the halls. He never went looking for trouble, just waited for it to come to him. So why was he here?
 
I had a sinking feeling deep in the pit of my stomach as I stood up and walked as slow as I could to the classroom door. He wouldn't make eye contact with me. I remember I looked right at him and his eyes darted to the floor. He felt sorry for me. But why?
 
When I walked out into the hallway my mother was standing there, mascara streaked down her cheeks. The look in her eyes told me why she was there. Why she was there, and my father wasn't.
 
"How?" I remember crying. She threw her arms around me and started to collapse to the floor. Rather than hold her up, I simply melted with her. That day we experienced our first stage of grief in the hallway floor of my High School: Denial.
 
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Gavin is preparing to perform his poetry. He's standing in front of the class, his paper shaking between his fingers as he clears his throat to read from it.
 
I wonder, as I ignore Gavin's presence and focus on Will, do the five stages of grief only apply to the death of a loved one? Could it not also apply to the death of an aspect of your life? If it does, then I'm definitely smack dab in the center of stage two: Anger.
 
"What's it called, Gavin?" Will asks. He's sitting at his desk, writing notes into his pad as students perform. It pisses me off-the way he's being so attentive, focused on everything except me. His ability to make me feel like this huge invisible void pisses me off. The way he pauses to chew on the tip of his pen pisses me off. Just last night, those same lips that are wrapped around the tip of his ugly red pen were making their way up my neck.
 
I push the thought of his kiss out of my mind as quickly as it crept in. I don't know how long it will take, but I'm determined to break from this hold he has on me.
 
"Um, I didn't really give it a title," Gavin responds. He's standing at the front of the classroom, second to last person to perform. "I guess you can call it Pre-Proposal?"
 
"Pre-Proposal, go ahead then," Will states in a teacher-ish voice that also pisses me off.
 
"Eh-hem," Gavin clears his throat. His hands start trembling more as he begins to read.

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Menurut Elizabeth Kubler Ross, ada kelima tahapan duka cita seseorang melewati setelah kematian orang yang dicintai: penyangkalan, kemarahan, tawar-menawar, depresi, dan penerimaan. Aku mengambil kelas psikologi selama semester terakhir dari tahun pertama saya ketika kami tinggal di Texas. Kami sedang membicarakan Stadium empat ketika kepala sekolah berjalan ke ruang, pucat sebagai hantu. "Layken, saya bisa melihat Anda di lorong Harap?" Kepala Bass adalah seorang pria yang menyenangkan. Gemuk di perut, gemuk di tangan, gemuk di tempat-tempat yang Anda tidak tahu bisa gemuk. Itu adalah hari musim semi yang sangat dingin di Texas, tetapi Anda tidak akan tahu itu dari cincin keringat di bawah tangannya. Dia adalah jenis pokok yang nongkrong di kantornya daripada lorong-lorong. Dia tidak pernah pergi mencari masalah, hanya menunggu untuk itu datang kepadanya. Jadi mengapa Apakah dia di sini? Aku punya perasaan dalam lubang dari perut saya seperti aku berdiri dan berjalan sebagai lambat sebanyak mungkin ke pintu kelas tertekan. Dia tidak akan membuat kontak mata dengan saya. Aku ingat aku memandang tepat ke arahnya dan mata kecilpun ke lantai. Dia merasa kasihan pada saya. Tapi mengapa? Ketika saya berjalan ke lorong ibu saya berdiri di sana, maskara melesat pipinya. Pandangan matanya mengatakan kepada saya mengapa dia berada di sana. Mengapa dia berada di sana, dan ayah saya tidak. "Bagaimana?" Aku ingat menangis. Dia melemparkan lengannya di sekitar saya dan mulai runtuh ke lantai. Alih-alih menahan dia, aku hanya meleleh dengannya. Hari itu kami mengalami tahap pertama kami kesedihan di lantai lorong sekolah menengah: penyangkalan. *** Gavin sedang mempersiapkan untuk melakukan puisinya. Dia berdiri di depan kelas, kertas gemetar antara jari sebagai dia membersihkan kerongkongannya untuk membacanya. Aku bertanya-tanya, karena saya mengabaikan Gavin's kehadiran dan fokus pada akan, melakukan kelima tahapan duka cita hanya berlaku pada kematian orang yang dicintai? Bisa itu tidak juga berlaku untuk kematian aspek kehidupan Anda? Jika itu terjadi, maka saya pasti memukul dab di pusat tahap dua: kemarahan. "Apa itu disebut, Gavin?" Akan meminta. Ia sedang duduk di mejanya, menulis catatan ke pad nya sebagai mahasiswa. Itu membuatku off-jalan ia sedang begitu perhatian, berfokus pada segala sesuatu kecuali aku. Kemampuannya untuk membuat saya merasa seperti kekosongan terlihat besar ini membuatku kesal. Cara ia berhenti mengunyah di ujung pena membuatku kesal. Hanya semalam sama bibir yang dibungkus di sekitar ujung pena merah jelek sedang membuat jalan mereka atas leher saya. Saya mendorong pemikiran ciuman nya dari pikiran saya secepat itu merayap. Aku tidak tahu berapa lama akan berlangsung, tapi saya bertekad untuk istirahat dari ini terus dia memiliki pada saya. "Um, saya tidak benar-benar berikan judul," Gavin merespon. Dia berdiri di depan kelas, kedua terakhir orang untuk melakukan. "Saya kira Anda dapat menyebutnya pra-Proposal?" "Pra-Proposal, pergi ke depan itu," akan menyatakan dengan suara teacher-ish yang juga membuatku kesal. "Eh-hem," Gavin membersihkan tenggorokannya. Tangannya mulai gemetar lebih ketika ia mulai membaca.