I hear a gun shot, my heart froze, “don’t panic, don’t panic.” I frantically find my heart racing. I run to the light switch to immediately turn it off & the room darkens. “Be invisible, be invisible.” Hands shaking, I secure the door into lock- down mode. “Take shelter, take shelter.” The voice in my head says. I hear shouting, lots of shouting, a gunshot echoes through the halls again. My inner voice continues, “Take cover, stay low, don’t move, be invisible, don’t. breathe”. My soul is praying to God for the sounds to end and I feel the tears falling down my face, my mind… I am frozen in time...
I think of the sweet, smirk, smile he gives when he knows he’s in trouble. “What?! I didn’t do anything!” he says. I just saw him toss a wad of paper across the room. He loves the attention, he takes pride as the “class clown” title. Our entire staff knows him, we all like him, and trouble just seems to find him. He walks down the hall as if the world is at his fingertips. Every administrator takes time with him, talking with him, resolving student conflicts with him, working through academic and social situations with him. At school we do all we can while he is under our watch. We have him help as a class leader, since he’s got the confidence we try to put his energy in a positive manner, well, we try. When the bell rings at the end of each day, we all ask the same question silently to ourselves, what will happen while he’s NOT under our care? School is where he feels safest, in control. Home though, how much interaction does he have with positive guidance, adults, role models, and what are THEY doing to keep him safe and cared for? Who’s with him through the struggles while at home? After all, when we do contact the parents, they are sure it’s a mix up of another child, not theirs, disagreeing with school rules and consequences.
She’s a great girl, plays perfectly in the orchestra, involved in every school organization, friendly, outgoing, until... She’s a girl that gets cornered every day in the bathroom to complete her enemy’s class paper for her… or else. She fears the bathroom and avoids it every chance she gets but she knows who’ll be waiting for her in the hall after school if she doesn’t make it happen. She hands the paper to the one in demand of it, and once again, for the 5th time this semester. How much more of this can she take? She looks in the mirror, pulls herself together, puts a smile on her face and walks out as if she’s ready to tackle the day. She’d be mortified if anyone ever found out what she was doing, if only someone would see, someone would recognize what was happening, she was the victim needing help, afraid, this secret haunts her, her fellow students look the other way. Her parents working so hard every day, she definitely didn’t want them to know. But what if…what if?! …what if she settled this herself, once and for all…
I know most of these kids better than their own parents, I know what they talk about, what they play between classes, outside of classes, what they say and do online. I know who their closest friends are and what their biggest fear is. I know what motivates them, what scares them. I know them because I spend every day with them. I am their teacher, I listen to them- they talk. No phone coming between me and them, no electronics in view, just chrome books for open google classroom assignments. A lesson plan. I teach, they talk, together, we listen & learn, most times they teach me more than you can imagine. Some of them dealing with challenges at home that no one ever dreams of. As for the others, well some take all the good they have for granted. I do my best to relate to them best way I know how. Some, I can reach, others are just so far out of touch, I just can’t figure out how to meet them half way. But I hope, I hope one day I can, if not me, someone else, guide and positively impact them, someway, somehow. Do YOU know me?
I read online posts of parents, “What is our school doing to keep us safe?” What is EVERYONE ELSE doing to keep OUR kids safe?!!!” I wonder to myself, have these parents taken the time to walk in the classrooms, be at a school meeting, or be involved as much as they can for any of the 12 years their kids are in the schools? Have they ever walked the halls their child walks each day? How are they supporting the staff and administration that is with our children everyday during the school year?
How about our own children, in our own homes, what are WE doing to keep them safe? We open up the questions, questions we cannot avoid, as much as we can in our own home, in our own busy crazy life…
Do you know where your exits are in your classroom? Do you know your school drill where to go if you are in the hallway and a lock down happens? Always stay facing the door when in a public place, don’t keep your back to it. Be aware of your surroundings at all time. Never panic, you don’t have time to panic, you take action and get to safety. Stand on the toilet seat, stay silent. Know your exits no matter where you are. We talk at a restaurant while going out for lunch, where would you take cover, what would you lunge behind? If you ran out of the building where would you go, who would you run to and what call would you make? Would you wait? No, take action and be fearless to keep yourself safe. Home fire drills and bullying discussions were a norm, now it’s become something more. They cannot live in fear, they need to know how to live and be aware.
It’s easy to ask what is EVERYONE else doing to keep our kids safe but what are YOU doing to teach them, to be aware? Are you reviewing your everyday emergency plan while in public? Are you knowing your own children; regarding what they are doing on social media, what they spend their money on, what their goals and dreams are? Are you doing your own best to know your children and their friends and classmates? Is your child and/or friends doing their best to show the example of strength, kindness, courage; putting stop to bullying if they see it, saying hi to a quiet student next to them in class that never says a word? Are we teaching our own kids to say something if something doesn’t seem right or if they hear or see a post, video, or comment online that may seem like not a big deal at the time but may be a danger later? What are WE doing as parents to engage with our children? They are teenagers, it’s typical… NO, WE are parents, they need us the most as teenagers, we need to be typical parents, spending time and talking with our young adults- silence? It’s ok, as long as they know we are still here. Teenagers? Recognize them as young adults, that’s who they are now, Young Adults.
Question online all you want about authority and who does what, but most of all TAKE ACTION, talk to people and kids DIRECTLY, be involved with the school when you can, the school board, the teachers, the law enforcement and most of all… be involved with your kids. Post what YOU are doing to keep your community confident in safety, when you doubt out loud and online, you are doubting the people that are working the hardest and doing as much as they can. If you disagree with it, take action. It’s not only about what everyone else is doing to keep our kids safe, it’s about the action ALL OF US are taking to learn about our kids and getting involved with our community.
A few months after 9/11 we were in the airport having a bite to eat before our plan boarded. The pilot sat next to us doing the same. We looked at him and said, “Please get us home safe.” He answered, “I want to be home safe with my family too, as much as everyone else.”
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An authors note...
**Each day I pray that our kids stay safe, I pray that students find the help and support they need and I pray that my family comes home safe each night. My heart, thoughts, and prayers go out to all of the victims, all so innocent, also the first responders and the teachers that fight a battle everyday and especially to the families that have God with them more today than ever. No tragedy is ever forgotten. All the above was heavy on my heart with only inspired stories and a strong need to share. - Connie