We heard of the horror in Newtown during eighth period, at the end of the day. The halls in our own school were Friday afternoon quiet. In classrooms, our teachers were hoping to make the most of every instructional moment, our kids hoping to hear the clock click to 2:43 announcing the weekend, and everyone feeling very safe in a place where everyone should be very safe.
The loss is unimaginable. 20 kids, all between ages of 5 and 10. 20 kids who went to school this morning and who will never come home. 20 kids, each with a family, each with a life as yet unlived. Maybe they looked forward to singing a song in music today. Maybe they were worried about a Friday spelling test. Maybe they almost missed the bus. Maybe they had play dates scheduled for this afternoon and basketball practice on Saturday morning. Maybe their…
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