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

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“We’re going to do something with these,” I said.

“What?” Sarah asked.

I looked at them, my heart thudding.

“We’re going to make adults read them,” I said.

And in that moment, something lit behind their eyes.

Not hope exactly.

Something fiercer.

Like they had been given permission to be seen.

At lunch, I didn’t eat.

I sat in my classroom and read the continue reading …