I Cried for Connecticut

I wanted to cry. When the teacher across the hall told me, I wanted to cry.  I couldn’t. I had 23 kids in my room, immersed in trying to build a container that would keep an ice-cube frozen. They were working. Full of life, joy, and curiosity. Something a crazed gunman had just taken from 20 children. Something he had taken from 7 adults.READ MORE…