One of my kids was murdered by his mother's boyfriend. The boyfriend killed the mother, my student, and the sister. Fucked up. I don't even know what to think.
There is nothing to think. You can only feel. If you don't feel completely awful, then you should quit teaching and go work for the Post Office or be a Marine or something.
Every year several teachers die protecting their students. Then something like this happens and you feel completely useless because something entirely out of your control killed one of your students and leaves you and your other students devastated. You want to try to protect or heal the rest of them, but there's almost nothing you can do about that, either.
Be human. Grieve. Accept and share sympathy. Expect to bear the scars forever.
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Every year several teachers die protecting their students. Then something like this happens and you feel completely useless because something entirely out of your control killed one of your students and leaves you and your other students devastated. You want to try to protect or heal the rest of them, but there's almost nothing you can do about that, either.
Be human. Grieve. Accept and share sympathy. Expect to bear the scars forever.
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