Intruder Drill

A post I found from Timothy Phillip on Facebook hits all the right points, I hope you enjoy the post as much as I did.

“Next Tuesday we will have an “active shooter” / intruder drill at our school, and I will hunker down behind flimsy wooden cabinet doors with my students.

You see, we open the cabinets and hide behind the doors so that anyone peering into the classrooms will not see us, and maybe think it is an empty room. Maybe we will be unnoticed, which just means maybe he will go to another classroom.

In preparation, I will remind my students tomorrow that our hallway doors should always be locked, so if an intruder shows up we can just pull the doors closed without fiddling with keys. I have assigned students whose job it is to check those doors every period to make sure we don’t forget.

I will try to keep the children quiet during our drill on Tuesday. It’s hard. They’re packed in tight behind those cabinet doors, and they talk and giggle. Because they’re children. They look like young adults, but they’re children.

I will try to keep them quiet because we hope that this will give that illusion of an empty classroom. I will try to keep them quiet because even though I know it’s a drill, they do not, and they need to treat each drill like the real thing. They must have the procedure driven in by repetition.

Inevitably some children will be sure that it is real, and they will be terrified. Two years ago, one boy – a big hulking kid turning into a “tough guy” – broke down in tears when the administrator jiggled the doorknob to our room while we hid behind the cabinets.

I will sit down and process feelings of fear and panic with at least a few students. How do we process the panic we put them through? Every time we run through these drills, we violate their trust – their trust in us and their trust in a safe, secure world. We violate their trust in the name of safety.

Two years ago, a PE teacher wasn’t informed that the intruder drill was a drill. He panicked and screamed at the kids to “Shut the fuck Up!” while they were laughing and joking.

Who could blame him? He was terrified.

Afterward, some of the children will talk a big game. How they would jump on a shooter, how they would climb out a window instead of staying in a classroom.

How they’d be a hero.

A few of them ask if I’d do anything to save them in the event of an active shooter. I can’t answer, because although I want to reassure them I really don’t know, and I don’t know how to express all those complicated feelings.

A few will scoff and say, “Of course Mr. B wouldn’t do anything. He doesn’t like us.”

And I don’t know what to say to that, either, other than to go back to my lesson plan. I strive to be honest with my students, and the honest answer is that I’d do all I can – I hope – but the human body isn’t much match for gunpowder and lead.

At home, I will replay the drill. Did we get it accomplished quickly? Tightly? Efficiently? Are my children safe? Will they be safe?

Can I keep them safe?

(No.)

How would I ever live with it if I lost one?

What about seventeen of them?

Each of these kids, awful and irritating though they can be, is a magical world in and of themselves. Four years and one hundred sixty kids in, and they’re still all different and wonderful and fascinating. Every day, if I am very very careful and very very patient and very very lucky, I get to unlock just a little more of one of those fantastic inner worlds.

A chunk of lead, hurtling through the air, thrown by a little explosion triggered by one man’s finger, can destroy that entire world.

I still don’t understand why I am expected to teach my children how to survive in a violent world, but my country isn’t expected to make the world less violent.

None of these questions are academic. None of these questions are distant or political. They are meat and blood and gristle, and they are lives lived in fear for so long that my children don’t know anything that isn’t fear.

So I really don’t give a damn how important owning a gun is to you.”

6 Comments

  1. ijustwannafinishmy

    My heart just aches, thinking of all these little kids across the nation having to practice the best position to be in so they don’t get shot. I’ve heard stories from my friends who have kids old enough to be in school, and the way these 1st and 2nd graders talk about the drills is just eerie. They talk about them with the same tone of voice as a tornado drill or a fire drill. It’s their new normal and it’s heartbreaking.

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