(Stacy is standing outside of a barrier trying desperately to talk to someone but no one will talk to her. People are running past her in all directions. The feeling is that we have just been dropped in the middle of something tragic.) Excuse me can you tell me where... Sir, sir, hi can you tell me where the parents are picking up their… Ma'am please just wait one second if you can just direct me to the right person I'll get out of your way. I am looking for the administrators of the school, someone I can talk to about...this whole thing. If you can just please (Trying to hold it together) please tell me something. (Pause) Oh, the principal didn't make it. Oh okay. I guess I'll keep looking. (She continues to scan the crowd looking for someone, anyone. Whisper) Can someone please help me? I need help.
I was born on July 7, 1978. I married my husband on August 27, 2001. And I gave birth to Andrew on December 1, 2002. There are dates in our lives that we will never forget. Things that are sketched into our memories not intentionally but I'm consciously, think of them as the important dates of our existence. I have a new one it is September 6, 2015. 9:06 AM to be exact. School has just started. Andrew was beginning his first year of middle school, seventh grade. I will be the first one to say God bless teachers and principals and the counselors and the entire educational system. There are just jobs in this world that I am not capable of doing, I just don’t have the patience. But I appreciate those who do them. You know police officers and firemen are willing to give their lives to save others.