A girl in my class left to take a phone call and frantically came back into the classroom crying, saying there had been a shooting at UCC.
I was aiding in the RHA daycare when an announcement came over the intercom for teachers to check their emails. The Kids were being exceptionally silly and wild that day.
Even seeing the flowers that were part of the memorial at the college, and even now It all just seems like a horrible story that had nothing to do with me.
As we heard the news of the protests & gatherings of disgrunted citizens who were upset about Obama coming to “push the issue of gun control” on our town, my friends & I decided to act.
Awareness gripped everyone in one way or another. Some said more guns, some said less, some said none.
My brother would have been in the classroom if someone hadn’t had asked him to go elsewhere.
I was excited to get home from school to celebrate my mother’s birthday. That did not happen.
It made me feel like I had done my part to help soften the blow of such a tragedy.
I sat next to Lucero in math class. She was a nice girl and extremely smart. She didn’t deserve to die.
Most of us sat in silence praying for loved ones and friends while the sounds of police scanners started to appear from students phones.