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

eyes did too.

Then both of them looked at me.

“We need to talk,” the principal said.

The counselor’s voice was softer. “We had an email.”

“What kind of email?” I asked, even though I already knew.

The principal exhaled through her nose. “A parent. Concerned.”

Concerned is a nice word adults use when they don’t want to admit they’re angry.

“About what?” I continue reading …