“Who would have ever thought that would happen to me?”- The Nightmare
Lucy Bezzato, Team B Staff Writer
March 27, 2012
Filed under Editorial
It was a normal Monday morning when I woke up for the start of a new week at Chardon High School. I had that sense of tiredness due to a busy and long weekend. I was ready to start a new day after a bowl of milk and cereal. I arrived to school and I was in my first period class. I looked around and everything was as quiet as heaven, my school mates were smiling and Mr. Ricci, my math teacher, was ready to start the lesson.
During the chaos of that morning, I grabbed my phone and texted my host parents that I was okay, but the news was already on TV: a shooting in Chardon High School and five students injured. We stayed in my class for approximately one hour. The police came in and checked to see if everybody was fine and safe. We evacuated the building and went over to Maple Elementary, where all the parents were allowed to pick up their kids.
I did not realize the tragedy that occurred until I was home; I turned on the TV and saw all the policemen, the helicopters, the amount of cars and parents at the square, the ambulances, the FBI, crowded streets, and the media all around our town. For the next couple days the school was closed and my mind was always in that room, in that school, with my classmates and all the victims who have been touched by this violent episode.
When tragedy like that happened, the worst feeling is staying miles and miles far away from your home, your family, and your friends. My Italian mom heard the news on the radio while she was ironing clothes; she texted me, but I did not have my Italian phone with me and I am sure she had the worst feeling ever. My dad lost his mind too. He was driving to work and he was aware that he could not do anything until they finally contacted me. As soon as possible, I skyped with them and I assured everybody that I was safe.
I have been through indescribable days and have felt guilty for what has happened. I wished I could have done more to prevent it; I did not want to talk to anybody because I just wanted to get over it. I was trying to forget quickly because I was sad and terrified.
My host family showed me support and love; they never left me alone and they tried to make me feel happy even if the shooting changed my personality, my reactions, my moods, and my way to deal with life.
Besides the tragedy, the sense of community in Chardon was amazing; the efforts made by all the students and stuff to face the new “normal” made me think what an honor it is to be a Hilltopper. The support from all over the country demonstrated that even if the world is full of corruption, wickedness and injustice, there is a big part made of charity, kindness, and sense of human care.