Well said, Scott, well said. I’m so sorry; take care of yourself.
I’m a college professor and my husband is a 2nd grade teacher; I worry which one of us will experience a shooting first. He found out in January a student had brought a gun to school in the fall; his school is k-2. I had a kid show up to class in a bullet proof vest one day…
Well said, Scott, well said. I’m so sorry; take care of yourself.
I’m a college professor and my husband is a 2nd grade teacher; I worry which one of us will experience a shooting first. He found out in January a student had brought a gun to school in the fall; his school is k-2. I had a kid show up to class in a bullet proof vest one day. Any college shooting and my brain hits the internal Rolodex of “do I/who do I know there?”
I can see the Highland Park parade route from my grandma’s driveway. I’m not religious, but it was a literal miracle no one from my large extended family wasn’t at the parade.
My husband grew up in a beef cattle farming family, hunting since he was disconcertingly young. At this point, he only squirrel hunts because “everything else is boring.” His parents’ house is a mile from the nearest big road (big for rural central Arkansas that is). MIL saw a friend of husband’s jokingly aimed a gun at him when they were 11 and that kid hasn’t been allowed back since. On one of our first sleepovers as a couple at the ILs, FIL gave me an hour long lesson in firearm safety, which I appreciated.
I understand the need for firearms in certain scenarios; not every one needs one.
As the UL doctor said in his press conference, I’m so weary.
Well said, Scott, well said. I’m so sorry; take care of yourself.
I’m a college professor and my husband is a 2nd grade teacher; I worry which one of us will experience a shooting first. He found out in January a student had brought a gun to school in the fall; his school is k-2. I had a kid show up to class in a bullet proof vest one day. Any college shooting and my brain hits the internal Rolodex of “do I/who do I know there?”
I can see the Highland Park parade route from my grandma’s driveway. I’m not religious, but it was a literal miracle no one from my large extended family wasn’t at the parade.
My husband grew up in a beef cattle farming family, hunting since he was disconcertingly young. At this point, he only squirrel hunts because “everything else is boring.” His parents’ house is a mile from the nearest big road (big for rural central Arkansas that is). MIL saw a friend of husband’s jokingly aimed a gun at him when they were 11 and that kid hasn’t been allowed back since. On one of our first sleepovers as a couple at the ILs, FIL gave me an hour long lesson in firearm safety, which I appreciated.
I understand the need for firearms in certain scenarios; not every one needs one.
As the UL doctor said in his press conference, I’m so weary.