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

afford that,” I feel like I’m the problem.

When adults say “kids have it easy now,” I want to scream.

And one card, written in shaky blue ink that I recognized from yesterday’s note, said:

Sometimes I’m hungry and I don’t know how to tell anyone without sounding like I’m begging.

That one didn’t have a name.

But it had a tiny smudge on the corner where continue reading …