I do a lot of language correcting when hanging out with teenagers all day. Normally, I don’t hear the word “retarded” on a regular basis. In fact, I could really count the number of times, Before and After, that I had to correct it on one hand. In a high school setting, that was promising. It seemed like maybe, the word was disappearing.
Until today.
3 different kids in four hours. Each kid got a lesson. One poor child even got pulled into my office and shown 47 pictures of Tessa all over my walls.
Every single time, it drains all of my energy.
I wonder if that ever stops?
What the heck, man??
Yo soy La Lay 