Word: choiring
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...devil they know. And for the kids who love it, the goodbyes are hard to think about. Two weeks ago, Sara Martin was chosen to be a graduation speaker for Columbine High, and she was struggling. She wanted to write about all the people she loved, in the choir and the Bible club and even the ones who turn left out of the right-hand lane in the parking...
...choir room last Tuesday when something very different was walking the halls. By the end of that gruesome day, by the time 15 people had died, her friends among them, she had her yearbook of humanity and integrity signed in blood. As Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris prowled the school with their guns and bombs, this is what the children did: a boy draped himself over his sister and her friend, so that he would be the one shot. A boy with 10 bullet wounds in his leg picked up an explosive that landed by him and hurled it away...
...gossip about who went to the prom with whom on Saturday night; the humming of the seniors' theme song, The Way You Look Tonight; and finally the normal sounds of a Tuesday morning, when the biology class was worrying about its test on the digestive system, the choir was rehearsing for its afternoon concert and it was warm enough outside to wear shorts, at last...
...twin brother Adam, meanwhile, was in trouble down the hall. He had been in choir practice, preparing for a concert that afternoon at an elementary school. When the shooting started, Adam and about 60 others crammed into the choir-room office as the explosions seemed to come closer and closer. They pushed a filing cabinet and two upended desks against the door. In the hot, stagnant air, several kids began to gag and cough. Shhh, quiet, the others said, fearing any sound would lure the killers, who for all they knew were right outside. The choir room lay near...
...school massacre. Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold weren't bank robbers or hostage-takers; they wanted nothing except to kill, often and quickly, and they had the preparatory advantages of being insiders. Any of the hundreds of backpacks littering the hallways could have been booby-trapped with explosives; the choir room or the janitor's closet could have been wired to blow. With explosions filling the air with smoke and the alarm bells filling officers' ears (arriving SWAT officers tried to get an assistant principal to turn off the alarms, but she was so rattled she couldn't remember...