March for Our Lives: Photos

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This past Saturday, March 24, 2018, I attended the March for Our Lives in Washington, D.C. I wanted to share the photos I captured that day while also documenting my experience.

My father works in Maryland, right near D.C., for a few more months. Our family was planning to visit that weekend as it was. When we found out that the march was that day, my mother, sister and I thought about attending. I won't lie; I was worried. A march about the need to regulate guns (not take away, regulate). What if some crazy person with a gun attended?

But then I thought how much I would regret not going. I've seen marches and movements in history books and I knew this was going to be a very important moment in history that I supported.

Did you know that my first major and intent in college was Elementary Education? The first semester of my freshman year, days before winter break, I witnessed pure heartbreak for the families and members of the Sandy Hook massacre. I had overslept my 8:00 am freshman seminar on children's literacy and had never done that before. I jumped out of bed but soon realized that I was already late to the point that if I tried to get there, the class would be over. I quickly emailed my professor and apologized profusely and asked to meet with her during her office hours that late morning. After hitting send, I looked at my phone to see the news alerts regarding Sandy Hook lighting up my screen. Grabbing my remote, I turned on the news and watched in horror as the information unfolded.

I was heartbroken. I could see my future flash before my eyes as I wondered where schools would be in 5 years if elementary schools were now crime scenes of mass murders. Anchors and correspondents were already pushing their agendas: "This is not the time to talk about guns," "We're sending our thoughts and prayers," "Maybe teachers should be armed," etc.

How was I supposed to become an Elementary Education teacher when the thought of holding a gun made me want to vomit?

After calling my mother and comforting one another, I headed to meet my professor. While discussing my final paper, I confided how devastated I was about Sandy Hook. And as my professor comforted me, I could see she was concerned for the future of teachers as well.

Along with a few other main factors, this moment was a turning point in my education. I stayed with Elementary Education for the next semester as I already had my classes. Then, after participating in the Disney College Program, I changed to Business and Public Relations majors.

Standing on those streets in Washington D.C. with almost one million other people, I felt the weight that these horrible crimes have put on the people of the world. When children were slaughtered, nothing changed. I lost hope then but I was regaining some of that hope now.

It took children still in school to push for gun reform, for limits on mags, for a better background checking system, and--most of all--change.

Change: it can scare people. But if things never changed, America would not be a country. African Americans and Women would not be able to vote. There would still be slavery. One president could rule for decades. The list goes on.

I'm ready to not hear about another school shooting.

I'm ready to hear that people are more important than objects.

I'm ready for kids to learn without the fear of dying.

I've been ready for this movement.

And I'm ready for this change.


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