Jamie's Blog

I am about eleven years old. I walk into my class, pull out my wooden chair, and sit down at my wooden desk. I put my hands into the shelf and pull out my books. I look down and see a cockroach, twirling its nasty antennae at me. I did a half-gasp — you know, the kind where you’re startled for...

Last week, a 13 year old girl jumped to her death. The school press release said the girl had good grades, was outgoing and well-liked by teachers and peers, and was a part of the school choir and badminton team. Young people dying from suicide elicits a deep, deep sense of tragedy like no...