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You know what's weird? We didn't talk about it much. I think that we were afraid to. It was too close. I walked down that hallway, up that stairwell hundreds of times over the next three years, and it didn't even register as "this is where it happened." Probably better that way- it's a little hard to keep picturing your school as a place where people died, when you want to feel safe there. Back then, there were no trauma teams, no grief counsellors- they closed the school til the next Monday, then it was business as usual. It was a bit unsettling to have our Principal (a wonderful man) interviewed on As it Happens that night. As far as I know, he killed his English teacher because she was kind and sympathetic, and he had confided in her, and then felt vulnerable that someone knew his secrets. He tried to kill his Science teacher because he was "mean". As a teacher the lesson I get from that is that you can't win. I need to move on now. I actually had some trouble sleeping last night because of this. I will point out one thing that stays with me- in the yearbook, the pictures of the two boys- the shooter and his one victim- are right next to each other, because it was in alphabetical order, and those pages had gone to the printer months earlier.

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What's amazing is how many people on here have their own stories to tell. This really says something about the world we live in, when we have to question our safety in our daily routine. Going to school, the post office, a bar, a movie.

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