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

the struggling kids—dissolved.

When a boy named David read a note that said, “I miss my dog. He was my only friend, and we had to give him away when we moved to the apartment,” I saw the toughest kid in the class nod his head, his eyes red.

We laughed a few times, too. One note said, “I am terrified I’m going to fart during the mile run in gym class.continue reading …