Day 68: After two more rounds of the cheek-swab lab, my hands got blue all over again, and two days later, there are still hints of blue under my fingernails. I was reminded yet again that having my kids learn through a reading I create transmits the same information, but leaves me free to circulate and pester kids with, “So, what’s a cell?” as much as I want. I finally got a student reward out of the way by playing football after school with SG, a struggle when all I wanted to do was go home.
When I look back on Friday, however, I’m inevitably going to think about the massacre at Sandy Hook Elementary in Newtown, Connecticut. I’ll keep this short, because I honestly have nothing new to add to the dialogue. It makes me unspeakably sad that I live in a world where this can happen to six- and seven-year-olds. I am awe-struck by fellow teachers who died protecting their kids. I wonder why gun control is a question, and I fear for the well-being of my students in an entirely new way.
Above all, I plan to go to school tomorrow ready to tell my kids how much I care about them, and how much I want them to always be safe.