syria

So, I heard the news today that some students were killed over the weekend. I went to the staff meeting and heard their names and I recognized too many of them.

and I'm standing in front of my students this morning with tears in my eyes. I can barely hold it together.

Before this, I knew that I cared about the students that I worked with. But knowing that two of my previous students are dead hurts more than I would ever imagine. And suddenly, the routine we run every morning seems meaningless, and the segues are all out of proportion to the events they come between. I'm having a hard time with all of this. But I want to speak plainly to them but the shocked look in their eyes that comes from seeing a statue bleed makes me choke on my words. I have to go now and pretend, like a dog with a stick, that factoring quadratic equations is the only thing that ever matters in this life.