Forgotten Lunch
So sometimes how you plan to work through your day doesn't always happen. Right? Yesterday, my plan was to quietly remember the beautiful souls lost in the Parkland shooting a year ago, and be cognizant of the pain still there for the families and friends. I had read the words of Jennifer Guttenberg in Newsweek yesterday, crying as she wrote about that day last year when she found out her daughter was not coming home. I would say a few words to each of my classes, foster a small, meaningful discussion, and then move on to our lesson. We're behind and trying to catch up before finals week next week. My classroom is always a safe place for discussion of any topic, even the ones that bring us the most discomfort. But that wasn't to be. Wednesday night around 10:30pm, my co-teacher texts me and asks if I'm awake. Now, my first thought was "what did one of our students do THIS time?" or something similar. How wrong I was. What f...