School started last week. This is her last year of high school for Kiran. Soon she'll be applying for college and soon after than packing for that trip to some campus. This is the last time we'll send her off for her first day of school.
I applaud those people who responded coolly to the most horrifying situations imaginable and made the ultimate sacrifice to protect their students, but at the same time, such superhuman bravery simply cannot be a routine expectation of educators. And yet it feels as though today it’s sneaked into the job description — an awful addendum in invisible ink.
Don’t get me wrong. I would do everything I possibly could do to protect my students, and I would never put a student in harm’s way to save myself. But I also doubt that I’m the type of person who willfully throws herself into the path of bullets. And along with this realization came a huge wave of guilt.
On the heels of that guilt, however, came another feeling — one more like anger. Why should any teacher be forced to choose between saving students’ lives or coming home alive to their own families?
The rest of the world must be shaking its collective head at us.