I am a teacher of ten to fourteen year olds. I watch them. I watch over them. And they watch me like a hawk.
My students know my strengths and they know my weaknesses; just as I know theirs. I have often heard my words as a teacher repeated back as students talk to each other. I have heard their parents words and actions too, echoed back in a smaller body as the truth.
And now the angry and divisive language of this election campaign has descended on our country like a noxious cloud. And I am astonished at these adults who want to run our country. And I am worried.
My students are listening. They are watching.
You may win the election. But at what price?