I've always been so grateful that school was out when the tornado hit Tiny Town. As a teacher, that is your worst nightmare--trying to protect kids who are terrified, and trying to appear calm and brave when you feel anything but.
The news out of Moore, Oklahoma breaks my heart. I know there were teachers who died, trying to reassure little ones that everything would be fine; teachers who died, using their own bodies to shield little ones. And teachers who knew there was nothing they could do to save the kids or themselves, but pasted on a reassuring smile in those final moments.
It makes me proud to be part of this profession. The pay, the press, and the denigrating of our profession speak otherwise, but when push comes to shove--most of us devote our lives to asking for the best kids have to give and giving our best to make sure our students are safe and secure in this world.
Our communities expect us to sacrifice everything, even our lives if need be, for our students. My colleagues would do that without a moment of thought or hesitation. We hope it would never come to that, but sometimes it does. We've seen that too many times this last school year.
Too many times.