So now, here we go...fashion and philosophy time.
“You may just start a chain reaction” were seven little words that changed my life. Cliché but it’s so true. They were said by Rachel Joy Scott whom was the first victim in the Columbine shootings back in 1999. Those seven words not only impacted me personally, but it helped me better the world surrounding us.
I remember the day quite well. It was near the end of February on the twenty-fifth which I believe was a Wednesday. It was an even day, so as always I went to my second period class. I sat in Drama with the rest of my class awaiting my teacher’s arrival. We were anxious to know what the agenda was for today, because in Drama anything goes.
Right as the bell rang, Ms. Hubbard appeared in front of us with her prospective smile. She announced that today we were going to attend an assembly. The class of course was enthusiastic about the change in plans, and an assortment of whispers accumulated in the classroom. No one could sit still as Ms. Hubbard took roll. I finally decided to be the brave one and asked her what this assembly was about.
“We don’t really have much time so you will just have to wait and see,” Ms. Hubbard had said.
About ten minutes into class, we were instructed to line up at the door and then head to the auditorium. The walk to the auditorium seemed to be dragging on for the longest time. When we finally got there, we sat down in the ninth row on the left side of the auditorium. I recall sitting in between Sarah and Alex. We decided to start talking about Tyra Banks to pass the time before this assembly started. Then finally, the lights dimmed and a nice lady in a pale green sweater emerged from backstage. She started talking to us about the Columbine shootings and explained what it was to those who didn’t know. The minute I heard the lady mention Columbine, I knew this assembly would intrigue me because of the importance of the matter. She went into this whole spiel about how scary the event was for her community. I found myself quite empathetic as usual; it’s how I naturally react to everything.
Subsequently, a video was put on telling the story of one Columbine victim in particular. Her name was Rachel. The video showed us some of the passages she had written in her diary. Most of which were about eliminating prejudice, choosing kind words, as well as “starting a chain reaction.”
Right then and there I decided that this girl was more like me than I could ever imagine. I do not exaggerate when I say that everything Rachel had written was something I had written myself. I have proof of that on my public blog. As the video progressed, I sat there crying. It wasn’t like one of those heavy crying moments where you feel like you can’t stop. It was one of those light-teary cries where at that moment, you feel truly touched. I remember turning to Sarah a few times because she was crying as well.
“Oh gosh this is really sad,” Sarah had said, briefly laughing off her tears.
“I know, but I’m not crying out of sadness. I’m just really inspired,” I replied.
This was very true. I decided that I have never been more inspired in my life. In the middle of that thought, the lights came on. The lady in the pale green sweater talked a little more, but I remember her last words vaguely. I sat quietly with my chin rested on my hand, just thinking.
Before I knew it, the assembly was over, all the lights were on, and everyone was ready to go or already gone. I got up and walked out to nutrition still quiet with my head down. Still in deep thought, I bumped into a closed door. That’s when I was fully aware that I wasn’t in that auditorium anymore and I got back into my normal state.
At nutrition, I told those who did not get to attend the assembly about who Rachel was.
“She was such a beautiful girl and the things she said were so amazing,” I said.
“Aw, I feel awful missing the assembly to make up a test,” Lauren replied. “But from what you’ve told me, she sounds a lot like you.”
I only hoped that I was anything like Rachel. Throughout the rest of the day I made it a point to say hi to everyone I knew that passed me. That was one of the things I picked up from the assembly. They had told us that sometimes one little wave or smile can really mean something. I made sure to wave and smile at everyone. I vowed to continue that everyday.
In my head I just thought, “Wow, Rachel really is starting a chain reaction through me.” I never heard her voice, but I listened to her words. Since that day at the assembly, I know I’ve made the world around me a much better place. All of the conceited jokes aside, I really believe that. Rachel Joy Scott is someone I look forward to meeting in heaven. I truly care about her because even though I didn’t get to meet her physically, I can sense her spirit through her writing and that’s all that is important to me. I think it’s the same concept behind finding ourselves “loving” celebrities whom we’ve never met. I’ve come to find that it really is about your spirit. Rachel brightened mine, and I only hope I’ve done the same to others.
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