I’m the Color Guard instructor for the high school, right? This means I get the joy of band camp. Every summer. For a week. In the middle of nowhere with 120 teenagers. (It’s not THAT bad, really. There are rousing games of Apples to Apples in the staff dorm after lights out.) But, Band Camp…
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That was harder than laboring with pitocin and no epidural
Today was my student’s funeral. My second to last class of the day had 10 students in it. All of the rest of them had already checked out of school. I saw so many crying, weeping, sobbing children at the church this afternoon, and my heart broke for each and every one of them. It…