Tears, Community, and Marching

On March 24, 2018, my mother, my fellow peers, teachers, and I, went to the March For Our Lives March in Washington D.C.

This adventure was a very emotional experience for me; the bus ride to Washington was full of fun making bracelets with friends excitement to get to the march. The awe of finally getting there and seeing so many people, the inspiring crowds who cheered along with us, the students who shared their harrowing stories. Malala giving a short inspiring speech, the student who sang happy birthday to her friend who was killed, all of the signs. It was all so impactful. I've never known such a grave emotion as the one I had standing there with all of these students, people, survivors, and the spirits of the victims. I cried at this march listening to the stories of the students, but how could I not? The Stoneman Douglas High School shooting had 17 victims the same number of my friends in the freshman class, it could have just as easily been us. It can still be us, this is why we went, we marched, and we care.