A shooting happened in LPS. In. L. P. S. A student brought a rifle (he legally bought) into school and killed another student. This happened on Friday the 13th in my district less than a mile from where I teach.
A student was upset with a teacher. Why? Do we ever really know why? But he thought the answer was to bring a weapon into school and kill someone with it. Shoot the teacher dead. He didn't do it. He killed an innocent girl instead.
My diet and my migraines went to hell. I just went into survival mode. I couldn't think; I couldn't cry and then I couldn't stop. I had nightmares.
Are we ever safe? No, I don't think so.
How many times a week do I make some student unhappy because I don't do/say/act in the way the student wants? I cannot even begin to know. It feels like Russian Roulette to me. When do I draw the short straw? Will I?
Was this just the reminder from God that life is short and every day is precious?
I don't know.
But, I have held my daughter closer and tighter ever day since. I have said yes as often as I can to anything and everything I can that she asks of me. And, I have decided to try and get right with my head. I want to have more fun and work less. I may not be able to do the "hard core" and uber vigilant approach to the diet, but I am sure going to try to just make the best choices I can for life in general.
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