It’s Friday afternoon, 3:35pm, and I’m supposed to be sitting here at my desk preparing for next week’s art projects or parent meetings or behavior plans.  But how can I when the world seems to be falling apart, when some teachers somewhere else had death and mayhem today instead of just a regular old Friday with a few holiday behavior issues.

Our day wasn’t the best.  It was pretty hard, in fact.  But we’re alive.  All of us.  Me.  My students.  My family.  We’re all alive.  No one walked in with a gun and killed us.

I’m sure I’m not the only one feeling in a bit of a daze.  I don’t even know really where I’m going with this.  I had been worried about other things.  Our laptop is broken at home.  Peter and Joseph had fist fights yesterday morning and today.  I was feeling pretty discouraged about that.  About all sorts of things.  About selling our house.  About moving.

And now I think, maybe I better go home and suggest we have a feast, light all the candles, do something special.  Because we’re alive.  It kind of puts things in perspective.  Like after the car accident on the way home from our honeymoon.  That put things in perspective too.  Or the time our car stalled on the Lake Shasta bridge.  (Okay, so maybe we could tell whoever is in charge that we get the picture.  That’s enough.  We have enough perspective now, thank you very much).

Anyway, I’m going home now to hug my children and my husband.  To embrace my aliveness.


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