I don't even know where to begin. I had a college professor who said that he didn't really know how he felt about something until he actually sat down and wrote about it. I do know I feel scared and disappointed and protective and disillusioned and embarrassed and a million other things. To my students of color, I am so sorry. I know you are afraid. To my female students, I am so sorry. I know you are afraid. To my LGBTQ students, I am so sorry. I know you are afraid. Hate has been legislated and deemed to be just fine and I know you feel like it will directly impact you. It may. To my immigrant students, I cannot begin to imagine how you feel. I know that I feel like there has been a death in my family and as a "white male" I am not in a target group. I seriously can't begin to understand what you and your families are going through.
To my students who don't understand what the big deal is, please be gentle with the people that are grieving and afraid. Everyone comes from a different place with their own baggage and personalities and everyone goes through things differently. If you can't understand why someone is freaking out today, please understand that to some people, this election could have been a life or death matter and I'm not exaggerating. Be empathetic and kind. Please.
My daughter asked me last night, "Why did the mean man win?" How do I answer that? I just don't have the right words for anyone right now, not even my family.
I wish I could stand in front of all of my classes today and spin some narrative and make all of you feel better and safe. But I just don't. My head is jumbled. Up is down. Down is up. I hope that someone today can make you feel better. I hope that there is a teacher or a friend or a parent or anyone who can ease your pain right now. I wish it could be me but I'm not there yet.
I do have a suggestion to all of you who are stressed out or afraid or anything. Write about it. You don't even need to show anyone. Or do. Show me if you want (I like reading your stuff). Put it on your blog. Writing can be amazingly healing. But know that you do not have to go through this alone. There are a whole lot of caring and loving people at school and please utilize them.
This writing is very jumbled but it is a pretty accurate reflection of how I'm feeling right now. My brain is mush. I do have have hope that our school will surround you in love. Fort is a place where differences are accepted and embraced. It is a place where you should be safe. It is a place I love and it is a place with 1,500 of the best people I know. Come together. Choose kindness. Be there for each other.
If you need me, I'm in room 120.