As shared during a Middle and Upper School Assembly on September 11, 2020
My mother was in ninth grade walking to her best friend, Susan’s house along the cookie cutter suburban streets of her neighborhood. If it had been a year earlier, she would have been wearing black mary-jane shoes and a burgundy plaid dress, but she was in high school now. Public school, so she wore pants. A man walked out the front door of his house house as she passed and told her the news.