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Non-hibakusha employers developed a prejudice against the survivors as word got around that
they were prone to all sorts of ailments, and that even those, like Nakamura-san, who were not
curelly maimed and had not developed any serious overt symptoms were unreliable workers,
since most of them seemed to suffer, as she did, from the mysterious but real malaise that came
to be known as the one kind of lasting A-bomb sickness: a nagging weakness and weariness,
dizziness now and then, digestive troubles, all aggravated by a feeling of oppression, a sense of
doom, for it was said that unspeakable diseases might at any time plant nasty flowers in the
bodies of their victims, and even in those of their descendants.
My name is Karsyn Short, and I am a senior at Herriman High School. NO one quite understands
the pain associated with your recent announcement to cancel school as much as the graduation
class of 2020. We were upset to hear about the two week closure, heartbroken for the closure
through May 1st, and now disconsolate about the cancellation of our final month in high school.
For twelve years we have entered these school buildings ready and willing to learn. We have
built unbreakable relationships, surpassed the required work, and dreamed of the day we would
celebrate our hard earned efforts. We did nothing to have these dreams taken from us.
There are seniors who will never touch their high school home field again -- baseball, track and
field, tennis, soccer, golf, lacrosse, softball. Many skilled athletes have just lost their chance for a
college scholarship. Sterling Scholars will miss their banquet; dance teams their final recital.
Student body officers and class presidencies who have worked tirelessly, served their fellow
students for one last time, without even knowing it. Not to mention every other kid in the school
who impacted the lives of everyone they interacted with. Furthermore, the teachers who have
watched us grow and helped us to become the people that we are today, taught a lesson not
knowing those kids would never return.
There will be many who think this is a foolish thing to wish for. As teenagers we are stereotyed
as ungrateful, unmoativated, and “stupid.” However, as teenagers my school band together each
and every year to help those in need. I have met far more kind, loving, and genuine teenagers
than adults. Please remember your senior year and imagine what we are going through right now.
There will be no senior prom, no senior night, no yearbook signing, and maybe no graduation.
Our final months as kids are simply gone. I have not knowingly walked down the hallways, sat
in the auditorium, cheered for my school teams, ate lunch with my friends, and laughed with
classmates for the last time. Please hear our cries. There is nothing more we want right now than
to return to school. I stand up for the 800 seniors at my school alone, and beg you to give us the
chance. I know you cannot remove this virus, but take into consideration the Senior Class of
2020. I know this pandemic will end soon, so I beg you to hold the final cancellation and give us
the hope of returning to school.