Yet another school shooting

Does this happen everyday now? God help us.

CNN story

And another close call:

2nd Story

I am all for Columbine style school shootings, with one stipulation; They start backwards with the suicide.

What are we supposed to do now??? It’s one thing to monitor your kids activities and to be involved enough to prevent them from commiting the act. How are we supposed to protect them from middle aged deviants like these last two guys?
The idea of having to secure a school like a military base is sickening to me, but is that whats neccessary?? Our children have lost enough of their innocence, between TV, the web, and movies. What happened to going to school to learn, and not to die?
I now have two children, 10 and 6, who attend public schools. I am disheartened and sick to my stomach. I wish there were a way of doing something about this, on top of good parenting. I dont want my kids growing up looking over their shoulders.

Why don’t they just ban guns from schools?

It’s always one sick person that effects the lives of good people.

It just makes a parent sick to there stomach seeing all this.
What are the options left to protect our children? Home schooling? Which results in removing your kids from there own future options, such as there high school sweet heart, the sports,the knowledge of being put under pressure in a group invironment? I just dont know what to think everyday my children leave for school. It is sad to live in such stress and pressure of not knowing who or what is around the schools lerking and thinking.
Then to top it off all these shootings just give the gun haters another reason to try and take our rights of owning guns away.
This just sux!

I have been a high school teacher for 18 years. I teach behavior problem youth. I wish I had an answer. IT used to be hard to go to work because my students might have more than one test in a day and they would act up because of the stress. Now who knows when a gun may show up or why!?! We have had guns in our little school already. What is the world comming to?

It’s amazing how things change. When I went to school we used to bring our shot guns to school so we didn’t have to go home to get them and loose valuable daylight after school.

Now a kid got suspended from school last year because there were shot gun shells in his truck and NO gun.

We live in NORTHERN Minnesota and most people up here are avid hunters. But according to “school policy” it was mandatory.

Everyone knew he was not a threat and I guess because I do live in the middle of no where I am more comfortable watching my kids walk out the door…

Red Lake is still in the back of my mind but I don’t want my kids living in fear through the best years of their life.

I hope things get better….before they get worse.

Paul Harvey Writes:

We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made them worse. For my grandchildren, I’d like better. I’d really like for them to know about hand me down clothes and homemade ice cream and leftover meat loaf sandwiches. I really would.

I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and that you learn honesty by being cheated.

I hope you learn to make your own bed and mow the lawn and wash the car.

And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are sixteen.

It will be good if at least one time you can see puppies born and your old dog put to sleep.

I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in.

I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger brother/sister. And it’s all right if you have to draw a line down the middle of the room,but when he wants to crawl under the covers with you because he’s scared, I hope you let him.

When you want to see a movie and your little brother/sister wants to tag along, I hope you’ll let him/her.

I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and that you live in a town where you can do it safely.

On rainy days when you have to catch a ride, I hope you don’t ask your driver to drop you two blocks away so you won’t be seen riding with someone as uncool as your Mom.

If you want a slingshot, I hope your Dad teaches you how to make one instead of buying one.

I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books.

When you learn to use computers, I hope you also learn to add and subtract in your head.

I hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first crush on a boy\girl, and when you talk back to your mother that you learn what ivory soap tastes like.

May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on a stove and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole.

I don’t care if you try a beer once, but I hope you don’t like it. And if a friend offers you dope or a joint, I hope you realize he is not your friend.

I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your Grandma/Grandpa and go fishing with your Uncle.

May you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the holidays.

I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through your neighbor’s window and that she hugs you and kisses you at Hannukah/Christmas time when you give her a plaster mold of your hand.

These things I wish for you – tough times and disappointment, hard work and happiness. To me, it’s the only way to appreciate life.

Written with a pen. Sealed with a kiss. I’m here for you.

And if I die before you do, I’ll go to heaven and wait for you.