As most of you know, I'm a high school teacher. On Monday, I came into work grumbling about how spring break was over and how I needed at least three days to recover, etc. Then I found out that a student I had last year, a bright, high-achieving, straight-A, well-liked president of the junior class had put a rifle under her chin and shot herself Sunday evening.
Needless to say, I didn't do a lot of teaching this week--more like listening to kids cry and supplying Kleenex. I lost count of how many times I said "It wasnt' your fault," when I felt like maybe it was my own fault, even though I didn't have the girl this year.
I went to the wake on Wednesday--there were at least 500 people there when I was. I was in line over two hours, and when I reached the family, I didn't have any words that would help. "I'm sorry" is pitifully inadequate.
Things are slowly getting back to normal--I've seen a couple of smiles this morning, and the conversation in the hall is getting closer to normal volume.
I just wish the girl had known how much she was loved--it might have made a difference.
Thanks for reading.
g.
Needless to say, I didn't do a lot of teaching this week--more like listening to kids cry and supplying Kleenex. I lost count of how many times I said "It wasnt' your fault," when I felt like maybe it was my own fault, even though I didn't have the girl this year.
I went to the wake on Wednesday--there were at least 500 people there when I was. I was in line over two hours, and when I reached the family, I didn't have any words that would help. "I'm sorry" is pitifully inadequate.
Things are slowly getting back to normal--I've seen a couple of smiles this morning, and the conversation in the hall is getting closer to normal volume.
I just wish the girl had known how much she was loved--it might have made a difference.
Thanks for reading.
g.

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