Not this year
Up late tonight, as the move-in day at Warner just ended and orientation is just beginning. The kids are up and been in school for almost a week now, all over the US. The thought comes into my head, twisted as it may be: I wonder how many shootings will occur. Disturbed, I turn my back on that thought tonight. Not This Year . Call me naive, or a careless optimist. Keep dreaming they tell me. In my head, not this year rings out, like a school bell. I refuse to swallow this thought. Not this year. Not this year. Not this year. The process kicks on inside of my mind. How can this happen? First, the thought of teachers and peers being intentional in reaching out to those kids who are lonely, and in need of some love. Instead of putting a fellow student down, the other students reaching out to them could make a difference. Teachers, being approachable could also boost students confidence. How?...