She had been hearing that the teachers (including her) were giving an insane amount of work because they were starting to realize how much needed to get done before summer. After asking this question and receiving a sighful, yet overwhelming “Yes”, she responded with, “Sorry.” That was it. That was the end of that discussion. It pains me to know that the only response our teachers have for the intense workload on top of the heavy emotional stress that the people at my school have been under for the past four months is “sorry”. When I came home and my mom asked me how school was and I couldn’t help but burst into tears, and her ‘helpful response’ was, “Take deep breaths and get through it. You always do.” We were told that we would get the help we needed no matter what, yet if feels as if nothing can be done for us. We can’t be helped. The only thing I am offered is “sorry” and “deep breaths” but it’s not fucking enough. I don’t want to tough it out. Something needs to be changed. Each day I have a little less motivation to get out of bed and that worries the hell out of me. The only option is to fucking deal with it, despite the tears, the stress, the illness. We have no choices, and it really fucking sucks.