February 8th, 2008
Good Grief!
“Who do you need us to beat up?” one teen asked another. It was a type of field day at the high school, and there was a small group of youth gathered around a friend in tears. “Yeah, we’ll take care of it,” another one agreed. The tears continued, silently, while the grieving girl held onto her friend’s sleeve. I had been looking for one of the students in the group, who had not returned to her assigned spot after lunch, and found them in their current state. They had filled me in on the offense which had precipitated the emotional responses of everyone involved.