You know, today was glorious, at first. It’s a perfect spring day, it’s payday Friday, and Mr. W and I did a karate demo for my ninth graders during World (and it was so much fun). Katas, tricks with body mechanics, sparring… Mr. W did the “one inch punch” to me (on my shoulder so I could twist and dissipate some of the force, and Mr. F still had to catch me).
And then there as an incident in the hall.
And then our SRO hurried of for… something.
And then there was a shooting.
I’ve said before that nothing is as wrenching as listening to kids in public schools after mass shootings. The resignation is terrible. But there’s a defiant joy, afterwards, and a desire to affirm life.
And so I found myself here with my athletes this afternoon:
That’s the public beach a few towns over, where we gathered for a team spag. Conference championships are tomorrow.