Tomorrow will suck
Last night I was thinking about how three years ago yesterday one of my students was killed in a car wreck. Tonight I get the call that I'm going to have to report to one of the other middle schools in the town i work in. A 7th grader got killed by a garbage truck on his way home from school. I am unfortunately uniquely qualified to help out with school grief and crisis. I got trained by the guy who returned bullet ridden backpacks to families after Columbine and Kip Kinkel down in Oregon. I hate it that this is part of my job and I hate it's a part of my job that I'm good at. I don't know how good my counseling skills are after a few months off with Milo. I'm definitely rusty--I didn't even remember one of the moms I've worked with so much and I'm kicking myself for not advising her better with an issue with her son. I worry that I won't be up to the task tomorrow, that I can't absorb the pain and then let it roll off like I usually do.
If y'all are the praying types, please pray for this poor boy's family and friends. I just hope I can be helpful tomorrow. This is absolutely the worst part of my job.
If y'all are the praying types, please pray for this poor boy's family and friends. I just hope I can be helpful tomorrow. This is absolutely the worst part of my job.