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

fighting a hard battle. Every single one of us.”

I went to the closet and pulled out an old, battered duffel bag. I hung it on the hook right next to the classroom door.

“This is the Drop Zone,” I said. “From now on, when you walk through that door, you can leave the worry here. You don’t have to carry it alone for this hour. In this room, we help carry continue reading …