Noises from a radio or podcast interrupted the generally silent classroom. My students were quietly working on their assignment as I was walking around answering questions. Most of my students were quietly working. I turned my head to find where the offending noise was coming from. The offending student noticed that I was looking at him and stammered an apology for interrupting.
“You need to be on task,” was my only response.
“There’s been an explosion at the Boston Marathon,” he explained.
I simply froze. Then uncharacteristically I opened up a browser to look at the news.
Tragedy. My heart simply breaks for the victims and the family and friends of the victims.
I’m so grateful that no one I know has been affected and I wish that everyone could have been as lucky as I. I also know that I could have known someone hurt in by the blasts. My sister and brother-in-law live by the marathon course and they often spectate it. Some of friends go up to Boston to watch it. I know people who are trying to qualify. I weep for the tragic loss of lives, damage, and pain and suffering caused by this act of terror.