The silence, pt. 2

I once had a panic attack during silent breakfast. I had experienced panic attacks once or twice before, so I immediately knew what had happened after it passed. But that didn’t make it any less surprising.  It came out of nowhere. The numbness slowly creeping out of the pit of my stomach, spreading to all … Continue reading The silence, pt. 2

The silence, pt. 1

During my second year at a charter school, I was assigned the responsibility of monitoring the cafeteria during breakfast every morning. I, honestly, was so thrilled, knowing the other morning duty options - standing at the door and shaking students’ hands, monitoring the bathrooms, standing in the hallway. I viewed this as a leadership position … Continue reading The silence, pt. 1