I'm sitting here looking at a class of fifteen tenth through twelfth graders.
What's wrong is even having the worry that one might be a shooter.
I worry that a shooter might get to them.
I shouldn't have to worry about this.
They shouldn't have to worry about each other.
I shouldn't have to re-lock my doors when I come in so that if I must slam them shut and locked, they stay that way.
I shouldn't have to imagine which door a gun-wielding maniac might barge into.
Let the shooters slip through the cracks.
I don't understand.
I'm sure you don't either.
I love you.