Virginia Tech must have reached deep into my psyche.
I woke up this morning and realized that my favorite classroom has a heavy wooden door that locks from the inside and concrete-block walls between my classroom and the hall. The same is true of my office.
It is sad that this makes me feel safter, but it does.
I'll admit it, I'm no hero who would sacrifice herself to save her students and I don't want hubby to be one either.
Today I'm glad BNCC is built kind of like a prison.
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