I am a teacher of 30-plus years. I teach in a portable classroom.
There is a knock at my locked door no less than 12 times a day. With each knock, I watch my sometimes brash, “tough” kids cringe.
We have a level of fear. We sometimes struggle to learn in fear.
So last Saturday I marched. In marching we have hope.
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