A sad day in America history.

[murielm99]

22. I was a sophomore in high school and

in typing class. The clackety-clack of those old manual typewriters drowned out the sound of the p.a. making an announcement from the principal. Finally, someone noticed and alerted the teacher. We were silent as he announced the shooting and turned on the radio for the entire school to hear. The meanest boy in the whole sophomore class sat in front of me. He put his head down on his typewriter when the radio announcer said that Kennedy had been shot in the head. After a while, the principal told us he would update all of us as time went on. Only a few minutes later, he again had the radio on for us. The announcer told us that Kennedy had died. Kids cried. The bell rang.

I walked to my geometry class. The normally noisy hallways were voiceless. The only sound was that of lockers opening and closing. Our geometry teacher spoke to us about the death of good men. Before too long, the principal told everyone to go home. I went to see my Latin teacher about a makeup test I needed to take. She told me we would just skip the test. I walked home. It was a cold, rainy, windy, gloomy day.