Mary and June sat in the Commons Room watching the big-screen TV.
They were absorbing the coverage of the March for Our Lives in Washington.
Mary looked over at June and said: "I do not believe how brave those kids are; I mean, it was only about a month ago they were being traumatized in their school..."
"Ya know, they're not all that much younger than us..."
"Yeah, but I think the years between 17 and 21 are longer than other years."
"Well, whatever; but, I read there'll be four million kids turning 18 before November..."
"Whoa! They can vote for the new members of Congress---I bet those politicians are worried..."
"Yeah, and the National Rifle Association's squirming..."
"Wha'd'ya think's gonna happen?"
"Well, first, I hope none of those kids get shot; then, I hope, no matter who gets elected, that they listen to those kids..."
"Ya know, June, it sorta feels like those kids are gonna take over---not us..."
"Hmmm..."
They watched the rest of the March, then went to their dorm room and began a series of sessions of Internet research...
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Three weeks later---a number of classes skipped---they finally felt worthy to join with the kids who were taking over.........
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The March for Our Lives in Washington, D.C. is happening today, 24 March 2018
@ Noon (Eastern time, USA) --- along with over 800 sibling Marches World-Wide...
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