I don't know what to think. I've felt pretty awful since I heard about it at around 12:30, but I honestly don't know how I feel. Bad, I guess, but now there are so many questions that I really don't enjoy trying to answer. I mean, here I am, after lunch, trying to find reasons not to go to class, just hanging out in the student council room, attempting, but failing to be quiet while Ben and Lily practice for the ACT in the other room. Miriam walks in and hands us the news.
I didn't say a whole lot. I just stared at nothing in particular and thought, for some reason, about the day's preceedings. How angry I was when Chad wouldn't stop bitching about the senior photo. How dejected I felt when Schluke handed over the editor position to Ben and Suny. How John and I were standing in the hallway weighing the option of staying in the building or ditching at the moment the plane went down. How I don't care about any of that anymore because now Paul Wellstone, the man whose career I followed as I've grown up, is dead. He was elected the year before I started elementary school, and would have still held office until at least my junior year of college. Instead, he won't.
Peace.
-Todd
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