subject line: three weeks.


Where Guns are Worth More Than Lives

It’s been three weeks since a teacher at my school fired a shot from inside his classroom. Three weeks of trying to figure things out, three weeks of distrust, looking at my teachers who may one day be death staring at me from across the room. Three weeks of hopeless anger at a helpless man who just wanted out. Three weeks of relishing in the fact that I am alive. My friends, unlike so many others, are alive. Three weeks of attending school, never knowing if that day may be my last.

Three weeks of jumping at the static of the speaker, heart-pounding and ready to run, to duck and cover, at every single announcement.

Three weeks of healing.

I don’t think it’ll ever be enough.