and then they were gone.

and the halls were quiet.

and it was strange.

afterwards, i sat around with the therapists, the detective,
the intervention staff,
and my fellow teachers.

it was one hell of a year.
we had survived the war within these walls and it leaves
us with a bond that is hard to describe.

this is by far the most difficlult job i have ever had.
what makes it this way is not knowing if all the blood sweat and tears
made any kind of real difference.

i can only hope.

god bless all you teachers out there.
enjoy your well deserved summer...