I cried today. I cried alone in my classroom. I cried in front of my students. I cried because it was hard to say to a group of 12 year olds that 19 elementary school children were killed in their classroom. It was hard because I am entrusted by their parents, my administration, my school district and my community to protect my students. And I can not, with confidence, assure any of those people that I can do that. We travel through this world each day surrounded by a facade of control and safety. It is a conscious mass psychosis that we’ve developed as a form of self-preservation. We walk out of our front doors each day hoping we don’t hit the anti-lottery. Except, what I had to talk about today wasn’t a random event. It wasn’t a tornado. It wasn’t an earthquake. It was a human being with a tool. This wasn’t an unintended consequence, it was the expectation. We aren’t playing the lottery. We are fish watching the swirl of water pull us towards the drain. And yesterday, a school of 19 young fish and their teacher got pulled in. There are people that can plug this drain. We have to make them.