On what seemed like a typical day, I stepped out to grab a late lunch, eager to return to my classroom and prepare for my middle school students. I used my staff access pass to enter the building, moving through the quiet halls before the frenetic energy of class changes overtook the space.
After settling into my room, I glanced at the clock and realized I needed a quick bathroom break. However, to my surprise, the teachers’ restroom was locked. Assuming it was a maintenance issue, I decided to head downstairs to another restroom. Just as I turned to leave, the vice principal’s calm voice came through the PA system: “Everyone, please stay in your rooms.”
As I walked back to my classroom, I noticed an unsettling quietness; the usual bustling hallways were eerily empty. It didn’t take long for the pieces to fall into place—I had returned to work in the midst of a lockdown.
While fire drills have been a staple of school safety for years, the recent rise in school shootings has prompted a more pressing preparation: lockdown drills. Despite knowing they are merely drills, the thought of “what if” lingers heavily in the air. With each drill, I find myself grappling with anxiety, as I contemplate how I would protect my students if the situation were ever real.
Today, however, I found myself alone. Realizing the seriousness of the lockdown, I secured my classroom door and tucked myself away in a hiding spot, close enough to a computer screen to check for updates. My heart raced as I saw an email from our principal stating, “Remember, only open the door if they use our code word.”
A chill ran through me. I looked out the window and saw police officers entering the building, rifles drawn. This was not a drill.
Moments later, another email came through, revealing that not only was our school on lockdown, but also the elementary school two blocks away where my 5-year-old son was. Panic set in as I realized he was in a similar situation, with no way to protect him. I quickly typed an email to my family, my hands trembling with fear.
Suddenly, I could hear helicopters overhead, and I felt someone trying to open my classroom door. When it swung open, a voice called out, “Police,” but without the code word. My heart raced—should I stay hidden, or reveal myself? I chose the latter, stepping out to face the officer, tears streaming down my face.
He reassured me I had chosen a good hiding spot but instructed me to return to my hiding place. The search continued, and I was left feeling helpless, knowing my son was experiencing the same fear just a short distance away.
After what felt like an eternity, the announcement came over the PA system: “All clear.” Both schools were safe, and there had been no real threat. I felt a wave of numbness wash over me, knowing I had to quickly gather myself for the students who would soon arrive.
As the day concluded, I rushed to pick up my son, fighting back tears but putting on a brave face for him. He greeted me with a smile and immediately wanted to play outside. I took a breath, grateful for his innocence and relief.
However, I needed to connect with his teacher to express my gratitude for her care during the lockdown. Her strength and commitment to my son and his classmates was something I could never truly articulate.
This experience was a stark reminder that everything is not fine.
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