All Saints Day Research Paper

All Saints Day fell on a particularly scorching day that year. The towering church, brimming with squirming, sweaty, students had nearly exceeded its capacity. I watched from my seat, squished between two other fifth graders, as the other classes from Sts. Peter and Paul school filed in through the kaleidoscopic stained glass doors. The time had then come for the third graders to enter. On this special feast day, third graders were encouraged to dress as their patron saint which included sporting long black robes, veils, and rosaries. As soon as they stepped foot into the building, they were dripping in sweat. Each child took their assigned seat in standard alphabetical order. They crammed onto the old rickety benches, and properly stood, sat, and kneeled throughout the duration of the mass as they had been taught to do. Although obedient, they looked miserable. As I sat down to listen to the readings, my little sister, a third grader, turned around and looked at me. She was whiter than fresh fallen snow
Before I could enter the fifth grade room, my teacher, Mrs. Martin, pulled me aside. She informed me that my sister had overheated in her robe and passed out. She then explained that her consciousness was quickly regained and that she went home with my mom. I felt a wave a relief rush over me. Mrs. Martin started faintly giggling. I was insulted, how could she be laughing in a time like this? She then addressed the baffled look on my face by telling me that when my sister had awakened, she was genuinely flustered. She looked around, confused as to where she was and when the teachers told her what happened, she looked relieved. The then responded by telling them that she thought she died. She followed that statement up with “it would’ve been okay if I had died though, because then maybe God would have confused me with a saint and let me into