It's so tense

They decided not to cancel school today. Instead, we have early dismissal at 12. Still our classes were less than half full.

Last night, Sanyoura spoke. He told the people to put out the Lebanese flags. Where I was in Beirut--Caracol Druze (a mostly Sunni area)--people put out their flags, shot fire works, and started marching down the street, banging drums.

Hizbollah people started camping out last night in Martyr's Square, where they protesters made a tent city a year and a half ago after Hariri died, calling for Syria Out.

Hizbolla says they will peacefully protest until the government steps down. They want new elections. Because they know it will give them more power.

Last year, in my History classes, we kept talking about the fact that Lebanon never had Truth and Reconciliation Trials after its Civil War. It's like the Lebanese never liked to talk about it. The national curriculum doesn't teach 1975-1991. There was Taif Accords and Syria stayed. But those underlying causes--an undemocratic, non-representative governmental structure and the interests of foreign powers (Israel, US, Syria, and Iran)--all still exist.

I don't think Civil War will break out. But I'm tired of stupid predictions. Who knows what's going to happen. And isn't it ironic that the General Security has my passport. That was my situation the last time the sh-- hit the fan, i.e. when the July War started.

Speculations and rumors are crazy. A couple days ago, it was Americans were told by their government to leave by December 1 (Oh wait, that's today.) The Embassy actually had to send out an e-mail to deny the rumor.

But everyone is tense. Today, the guy in the copy room was crying. I thought it was because his friend left. No, it's just all this.

Last week, when Pierre Gemayal was killed, I went to Aley to stay with my best friend. Her husband was crying too, while he was watching the news.

There's something really grim about watching grown men cry.