five years ago
I was trying to explain shit to sophomores and juniors, after we had all watched the second plane together in the school commons - 10 tv's all tuned to the news, watching it all fall down.
Though, really, so much seems the same. I had one kid whose mama insisted that he come home immediately. Immigrant family who'd seen this shit before. He was non-challant. She was bat-shit crazy scared, crying on my classroom phone.
But it's not like that, is it. It is a much slower death we have here in this part of America. One painful image on a screen at a time.
Gritting my teeth. Can't stop.
Though, really, so much seems the same. I had one kid whose mama insisted that he come home immediately. Immigrant family who'd seen this shit before. He was non-challant. She was bat-shit crazy scared, crying on my classroom phone.
But it's not like that, is it. It is a much slower death we have here in this part of America. One painful image on a screen at a time.
Gritting my teeth. Can't stop.