When I walked into the Upper School faculty meeting this past Tuesday morning, I should not have been surprised by the sense of despair in the room on the heels on a weekend that involved a horrific car crash of one of their colleagues. After making a few comments about empathy and logistics for the week, there were no questions. Ironically, when I visited Upper School History teacher Lucy Pollard for the first time after her accident, I had completely lost my voice. I told her it was appropriate, given that there were no words to ease the reality of what had taken place. That being said, I left the faculty meeting a bit early and headed to assembly. Our students were already there. I am quite sure many of them were despondent as well, and yet they were still adolescent kids – chatting with each other after a long weekend, catching up on the latest news. While I needed to make some sobering comments in assembly, by lunchtime there was that familiar buzz in the Commons lunchroom. W...