'Your children are dear to me. When they enter my classroom, I ask them to let go and trust me for an hour or two as we work together to create something beautiful, while also challenging ourselves physically, intellectually and emotionally. Your children become my own, and as we move together, we share our lives. They confide in me about sex, drugs, loneliness. They work out their issues as they leap, twirl and fall into one another’s arms. We celebrate birthdays, college acceptances and new driver’s licenses. By the time the year is through, your children have in some way become my own, and I will have their backs for the rest of their lives. Once a student of mine, you are written into my heart forever.So let me ask you this, has this world become so crazy that I should arm myself against your children? '