But that's not why I'm blogging today. It's not so much the violence itself that comes out in first grade, it's the foundation of a violent future. I have to work so hard every day to convince the children that they are better than that, that they had the power to work it out without violence and that kindness conquers all. I have to teach them a polite way to speak to each other. I have to directly teach them how to think of others. I have to constantly compliment excellent examples of friendship and kindness.
Today, at my school, a teacher in the upper grades was taken away in an ambulance. She was trying to break up a fight and was seriously injured herself. Even though her students were never mine, I still feel the burden of my students future reflected in incidents such as these. I can't tell you how DEVASTATING it is to see the police walk by my classroom on their way to the office twice or three times a week sometimes. It makes me want to curl up in a ball and cry for the world, cry for the children in my room who have to see this, for the children in the classroom where the incident occurred, and for the teachers who have no choice but to try harder against all odds.