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dont give a damn: İAL Phillip Timothy Yesterday at 03:22 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 IT 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 wil 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 herd A few of them ask if l'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 l'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 themself. 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. awed-frog: The time for gun control is now.
 dont give a damn: İAL Phillip Timothy
 Yesterday at 03:22
 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 IT 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 wil 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 herd
 A few of them ask if l'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 l'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 themself. 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.
awed-frog:
The time for gun control is now.

awed-frog: The time for gun control is now.