Every day that us Boulder students go to school, we prepare—quietly—for the possibility of a bullet. That sentence should sound impossible. Instead, it sounds familiar. I think I learned that fam…

Every day that us Bo…

Every day that us Boulder students go to school, we prepare—quietly—for the possibility of a bullet. That sentence should sound impossible. Instead, it sounds familiar. I think I learned that familiarity long before I understood it. It started, for me, with a license plate. The License Plate I Didn't Understand Yet  When I was little, my mom drove me around Colorado in a car that wore one of the prettiest license plates I’d ever seen: a columbine flower floating in a blue-sky background, a soft lavender stripe, and two simple words stamped across the bottom, “Respect Life.” …