When my kids showed up to class today, a remarkable number of them asked me how I was doing. This is not a normal level of consideration from them, and definitely not their usual reaction to me on a Monday morning.
Turns out these kids had heard about the earthquake in Chile on Saturday, remembered that I used to live there, and spent the weekend concerned enough about me that it was their first thought when they walked into my classroom two days later. They wanted to know if my family and friends were okay. They wanted to know if I’d cried when I heard the news. They wanted to know if I was leaving them to go back and take care of things in Chile.
So while they cut out geometric nets and taped them together into 3-D figures, we talked about tectonic plates, tsunamis, and why the 7th biggest earthquake in recorded history was less destructive than the Haiti earthquake. We assuaged fears about 8.8 earthquakes in Arizona and the world ending in 2012. And we talked about the wonders of the Internet making the world smaller and how yes, everyone I know in Chile is alive and well.