Several months ago, I came across a report on COVID-19’s impact on DC students. It was disturbing. It’s incredibly tough to read it and not feel for those impacted.
There was one particular line in the report that moved me: “Students who attend schools that serve a majority at-risk student population were less likely to report that they have a friend at school and that they feel loved.”
It moved me because that was my high school experience… few friends and the constant feeling that I didn’t matter to anyone.
I reflected on this while attending a BUILD class session. At the end of class the BUILD teacher Marsh, as he is known, dismissed his class with the following: “Goodbye young people and if no one has told you today that they love you, I love you.”
