Perspective

"Do you know the music teacher at Cider Mill?" my dad ask me on Sunday night. (Cider Mill is the 3rd-5th grade elementary school I work at)

"I don't think so, why? Whats their name?" I shout up the stairs, but my dad insists I come up.

Finally he tells me why he wants to know, "Mrs. B, she was shot by her husband"

Wow, Monday came even though I wasn't working that day I still felt terrible thinking about all my sweet kids going back to school no longer having a music teacher. How do you tell 3rd graders their music teacher is never coming back?

Today I when heard that there was a shooting in Newtown I was in a computer lab at school and quickly googled it, ready to hear about a high school shooting. I was in shock to hear the shooting took place in a kindergarten class room and most victims were under the age of 10. I kept looking at different news source hoping one would say it was not as bad as it seemed, but by an hour later the casualties went from 3 injured to at least 27 dead.

I did have to go to work today, at a school just under a half hour from where the shooting happened. I need to tell the kids they couldn't use any electronics even though it was Friday, since it was decided to let there parents tell them.

I am still numb from the day, but it really things in to perspective.

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