I didn’t tell them the truth: That I don’t want a certificate. I want my students’ parents to be able to afford heat. I want a world where a six-year-old doesn’t have to borrow a coat to survive recess.
But until that world exists, Room 104 will stay open.
Yesterday, I watched Jayden help Mia zip up her coat.
“It’s a library,” he told her seriously. “That means we share.”
We are living in a time where everyone is shouting. We argue about policies, and budgets, and whose fault it is that everything costs so much. We scream at strangers on the internet while our neighbors quietly freeze.
But in my classroom, it’s simple.
If you are cold, you get a coat.
No forms. No judgment. No politics.
Just warmth.
