One of my students, a kid with whom I have worked the last four years and to whom I have grown quite close, was involved in a car crash Thursday afternoon. He still hasn’t regained consciousness after a head-on collision, and the swelling in his brain is more than worrisome. This is a kid who passed 8 AP exams, is a whiz in orchestra, and is a star on the Knowledge Bowl team besides just being a great guy.
I’ve been a wreck the last two days. Since I don’t have kids of my own, some of these students become like my own. I will be sitting by the phone hoping for good news.
A neighboring teacher told me this boy “really loved you,” and I almost lost it at school. We shot baskets together, played chess in the afternoons, and talked almost every day at school. I can barely talk about it, so I’m hoping this little writing is just a wee bit cathartic. I’m just hoping he makes it through.