In less than a week. And all are separate families.
A week ago Tuesday, one of my students’ older brothers (19) was fleeing police. He took out a gun–never a smart thing–and was shot in the chest and killed. His family is trying to say he was “just trying to throw the gun away,” but again…not a smart thing. Other than missing a day for his funeral, the little girl (5th grade, 10) never said a word. I don’t get the impression she knew him much at all, and haven’t said anything to her…though I waiver back and forth as to whether I should.
Then Sunday. Not a good day for our school.
A fourth grader, in one of my buddies’ classrooms, had left for a family trip to Mexico. She was going to be out for 2 weeks and was worried she wouldn’t get back into Mr. Smith’s class (when they’re gone that long, they’re dropped from enrollement); he assured her that as the classes weren’t full, it shouldn’t be a problem coming back to him…so she was comforted and felt okay going.
On the drive, the mother lost control of their high-profile SUV in the high winds and the car rolled. Despite wearing a seatbelt, the little girl–and all of the family–was ejected. She was killed instantly. The mother has a dislocated shoulder, and the father had about 35 staples on his head…but that’s it. The two little ones–about 1 and 2, I think–were kept safe in their car seats. There’s no article in our local paper about it yet, perhaps because it happened in Mexico. The principal was going to send home a memo to alert families (so they can understand the umpteen questions their kids will have), but a bizarre transformer outtage killed our power–and the copiers–all morning. Weird.
Mr. Smith told me her desk is so sad…it’s covered with flowers and little rememberances. Some of the students don’t quite get it…they’re writing “Get well soon.” They spent the day with the counselor yesterday.
Also on Sunday, a little three year old on a scooter was hit by a car as he left the driveway. He was in critical condition then later that evening was pronounced dead. He is the younger brother of one of our kindergarteners…our poor administration was dealing with two families and two classrooms on one day (Plus, as the 4th grader teamed, all the other 4th grade classes were seen by the counselor). A link to the news article (might be gone in a day or two, I don’t know): http://www.sgvtribune.com/Stories/0,1413,205%7E12220%7E1108514,00.html
I’ve been at the school 5 years, and in all those 5 years, we’ve had one parent and one sibling die. In 5 years. We’ve matched, and passed, that in less than a week.
This all just fucking sucks.