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Rebecca Berlin Field is an art and art history teacher in Richmond, Virginia. She says she did not sign on to a job that was potentially life threatening. Rebecca wrote this essay for Medium following the shooting in Parkland, Florida

Dear every elected official,

Nowhere in my contract does it state that if the need arises, I have to shield students from gunfire with my own body. If it did, I wouldn’t have signed it. I love my job. I love my students. I am also a mother with two amazing daughters. I am a wife of a wonderful man. I have a dog that I adore. I don’t want to die defending other people’s children; I want to teach kindness and responsibility…and Art History. That’s what I am supposed to do each day. Blocking bullets? I am not supposed to do that. I imagine that if someone was trying to kill my students, that I would try to save them with all my being. I probably would jump on top of a child to save her life. And yes, I might be one of those heroic teachers that the media writes tributes to after their death. But I am furious that I would have to make this sacrifice. I am incensed that my own children would lose their mother because I chose to be a teacher.

I chose to be a teacher knowing that on most days I would not be able to use the bathroom until 4 pm. I chose teaching knowing that I would be grading papers all weekend and working far beyond the hours of my contract. I chose to teach even though it meant that I would miss every awards assembly and field trip that my daughters asked me to attend. I even signed up to sit in a counselor’s office with a teenager on my lap, holding her as she sobbed through an anxiety attack. I signed up to ask a child if they were considering committing suicide and then relaying this terrifying information to a parent. It seems like a lot to agree to, but truly I knew what I was getting into.

I did not sign up to be ripped apart by a spray of bullets that came from a semi-automatic rifle. At the end of my teaching contract, it says that I will perform “other duties to be assigned”. I do not interpret these words “as bleeding to death on the floor of my classroom”. The anger that courses through my body after a school shooting in this country is accompanied by pure panic. I am terrified of my own children dying in school, first and foremost, but I am also terrified that the responsibility that sits on my shoulders as a teacher is far greater than I can rationally accept. On Back to School Night, I look out at the gazes of the parents in front of me as we silently make a pact. “I am giving you the most precious part of me with the knowledge that you will shield my child’s body with your own when the need arises.” They say this with their eyes. I agree to this responsibility and make a silent unbreakable oath before them. As I am telling them about the 20,000 years of global art history that I will be teaching their child, I am also agreeing to die. When I am in the parent’s place at my daughter’s school, I am asking the same of her teacher. This teacher may end up being the only thing blocking a bullet aimed for my daughter’s head.

I am furious. How dare you force me to choose between my own children and those that I teach. How dare you allow powerful adults who love guns to be more important than a generation of children growing up in fear. I don’t want to spend mornings memorizing my children’s clothing so I can identify them later. I don’t want to spend professional development hours learning how to save a few more lives by setting up barricades. Sometimes when a kid is driving me crazy in class I think to myself: “Would I die for you? Would I lose everything to save you from harm?” I have my moments when I shake my head NO.

Instead of making dead teachers into saints, make them safer when they are still alive. Make it possible for schools to have smaller class sizes so that we can get to know our students and look out for the ones who need help. Hire more counselors and school nurses and social workers and psychologists so that many people are caring for each child. HELP us prevent this. Take away guns from people who will murder us. Stop taking money from the NRA and proving how soulless you are. Keep us safe so I can do my job. How dare you put me into constant danger so that you can be reelected. How dare you make me choose between saving children or making my own children motherless. How dare you make me into a hero when I just want to teach.

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on this day, this man was born.

always remember. 

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We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope.  Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

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Doug, Carson, and Louise Jones; Mike Pence. Photo: Alex Wong/Getty Images

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1. Let it hurt. Let it consume and devour you. Then let it go. 2. People will always have their side of the story and you cannot control which side the people you care about believe. But you can control how you let it affect you. 3. Be consumed by love, not controlled by it.  4. Never compromise on the way you want to be treated.  5. It may seem like you cannot imagine living life without them, but in a month, 2 months, a year, you will not be able to imagine life still stuck in their rut. 6. You are not weak just because you feel so deeply. 7. Heartbreak, in the end, is life experience. 8. Someone can only love you as deeply as they love themselves. 9. Allow yourself to face your demons. Discover your darkest fears. Learn to love every single flaw you have. 10. Be alone long enough to learn how to give yourself the type of love you keep trying to give everyone else.

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this is what you need to wear for NYE.

AnOther Magazine Aut/Wint 2017 - Grace Bol by Jackie Nickerson

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what every child needs to hear

1. I love you 2. Im proud of you 3. Im sorry 4. I forgive you 5. Im listening 6. This is your responsibility 7. Youve got what it takes

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how i feel about 2017 coming to an end. 

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disappointed she is not wearing Louboutins while walking the great wall. 

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Why Men Force Women to Watch Them Masturbate

the million dollar question, answered. 

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For every person who has ever been singled out, who has ever been stigmatized, who has ever been the misfit, who has ever been the kid in the corner, who has ever needed someone to stand up for them when they did not have a voice of their own because there is no one else with them, this one is for you.

Congratulations, Danica Roem: the first openly transgender candidate to be elected and serve in a state legislature

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i love zara, but come on!