My student was in the news. Well, at least I assume he was my student; I don’t remember him. The only other music teacher for that building doesn’t remember him either, but one of us must have taught him.
The picture that haunts me is of my student in the Marathon crowd. An 8-year-old boy is standing on a metal barrier fence, next to a backpack that will soon explode. When I taught the bomber, he was about 8, and I can’t help but wonder if I could have done something, anything, to make his song end differently.