The Backpack Drop Zone: One Sixth-Grade Truth That Exposed Our Quiet Crisis

want someone to know?”

I nodded slowly.

“Then you write that,” I said. “And we will honor it.”

Tommy raised his hand again. “And what about the internet?”

The room tensed.

Because the internet had become the invisible third adult in our classroom.

I took a breath.

“We cannot control what strangers say,” I said. “But we can control what we do in here.”

I pointed continue reading …