When It Just Keeps Happening, What Can We Do?

I was a senior in high school when the Columbine shooting happened in 1999. I remember the fallout from it. It was the first event of its kind, and it traumatized many of us. Information about the suspects came out slowly. The internet was still so young, and the reports were slow to travel from the media to our parents to our teenage minds. But we were still impacted. Bomb threats, school evacuations, revenge lists, rumors, threats against our graduation ceremony — our lives as students changed at that moment. The victims and the perpetrators? They were teenagers. I remember being scared in school — something I had never felt before. The perpetrators, two 12th graders, left behind a trail of evidence before they died by suicide after committing their crimes. 

I was a teacher in my fourth year of teaching when the shooting at Virginia Tech happened. This time it was a college campus. The brother of one of my high school classmates was killed, along with 31 other people. He was 22. This time, I was sad and angry. How could this happen again? Why did this happen again? The perpetrator was a lone gunman with a history of mental health issues who died by suicide after committing his crimes. 

I was a teacher in my ninth year of teaching when the shooting at Sandy Hook happened in 2012. I was in my classroom when news reports started coming in. Alerts on my phone. Notifications on my computer. News updates immediately. I remember sitting at my desk and calling to the teacher in the next room, discussing the event as it unfolded. This time, it wasn’t teenagers. It was little kids. It was horrifying. It became political. The perpetrator was a lone gunman with a history of mental health issues who died by suicide after committing his crimes.

I was a teacher in my 14th year of teaching when the shooting at Stoneman Douglas happened in 2018. Another high school. Another 17 people murdered. More injured. The perpetrator still hasn’t been sentenced for his crimes. Information traveled quickly. Politics became an even larger part of the story. Conspiracy theories. Again, it was horrifying. 

I am a teacher in my 19th year now. Yesterday, 21 people were killed at Robb Elementary School in Uvalde, Texas. The news overwhelms me. I feel sad. I feel angry. I feel numb. Their school year is over. Their lives are over. And now what? What do we do? We mourn as a nation once again. We talk about gun control once again. We talk about mental health once again. And we wait for the next time it happens — once again.  

If you’re looking to make a difference, check out Moms Demand Action, Everytown, and Prevention Institute.

Sarah grew up in Rhode Island and now lives in West Bridgewater, making brief stops in Quincy, Fall River, and East Bridgewater, along the way. She made the leap from Rhode Island to Massachusetts way back in 1999 when she decided to pursue a teaching degree at Boston University. She chose her career in 1987 and is currently teaching high school English to 10th and 12th graders, fulfilling a 6-year-old’s dream at the age of 22, a proclamation that often brings forth snickers from her students. She became a mother for the first time in 2016 to her daughter Cecilia, then doubled down in late 2018 with the birth of her second daughter, Adelaide. She currently lives with her husband, Jason, their dog, Nanook, their cat, Lanky, and six chickens. They share a home with her parents, who live above them and also provide the most amazing childcare for Ceci and Addie. Sarah couldn’t live without her family, her insulin pump (shout out to other T1D mamas), and Starbucks iced chai lattes. She could live without angry people, essay grading, and diaper changing.

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