I haven't stopped crying. I'm actually moving today, so in between the packing, I went from hearing about a shooting at a school, to realizing it was a bunch of children and teachers.
I just don't understand. These are kids. These are BABIES. When I was a camp counselor, these were the kids climbing into my lap. Who told me they wanted me for a big sister. Who asked me to play with their hair, or wanted to show me their new Matchbox truck. Who wanted me to help them climb the big tree, or hold a baby goat for them to pet. Who wanted to sit next to me during lunch, or started crying in my arms during a thunderstorm. They could barely hurt a fly, never mind each other or me.
To think someone is a MONSTER enough to look at that room full of innocent faces and open fire makes me sick to my stomach and dead angry. How could anyone be capable of that?? There is nothing on this good green earth that could POSSIBLY be terrible enough to shoot those babies. When I get a moment in between packing, I'm calling my parents. My mother gets nervous with me living in the big city and working late nights, but it's sad when I'm reminded that danger is anywhere, even in a small town back home.