By Gina Caneva, Photo: Ashlee Rezin/Sun-Times, Chicago Sun-Times, March 13, 2022
A few weeks ago, a colleague of mine stepped into our suburban high school’s library, sat down and took a deep breath before slumping her shoulders and opening up her laptop. I could tell that something was bothering her. I know the look of helplessness mixed with defeat all too well.
Eighteen years ago, when I was a teacher at Corliss High School on Chicago’s South Side, I had that same look as I stood in the hallway after interacting with one of my students. I had been a teacher for five months, and that student had lost her mother and siblings to violence over Christmas break.
When she returned to school, I didn’t know what to say. I stepped outside of the classroom to talk to her, nervous about saying the right thing. I was choked up thinking about her tragedy.
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