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2002-08-19

I was sitting in my mennonite school, quietly wishing that yet another chapel would be over. It took too long, too short now in retrospect. I watched our principal walk up to the front, and instinctivly I knew that something was wrong, because he only ever speaks if something bad had happened concerning the school, which was almost never. He began by saying something along the lines of, "There are some very angry people in this world..." and he quickly related the events which had transpired about an hour ago. Across the hall I could hear quiet whispers of "Oh, my God..." along with prayers and cursing, mingling together in a desperate murmur. Behind me, I heard someone say, "This is history."