2009-04-21

Today the ladies had a "lock down" drill. They were told what to do, and when to do it and they did. They couldn't remember what it was called (we had a Lock in something today mom! it was fun). And honestly, after they described it, I realized that they have safer places in their classroom to sit than the open area that they directed them to. Then of course, the questions came. Why would we have to do that? What sort of people would want to hurt the school? Why are you crying mom? (although I must step in and relate this hilarious tidbit--Amy said--Mrs. G (the principal) and Mrs P. (the secretary)said they would guard the doors--does that mean they'd have guns? and the thought of those two women all rambo style really cracked me up)
Because yes, I cried. The thought of someone walking into their school with destruction on their mind sickens me. And scares me. And what scares me the most--there is nothing I can do about it. I can't fix the crazy mind of someone who would do this, I can't make their school any safer, I can't teach Amy and Emily any more than I already teach.
And so every day, I send them off into this big bad world with their six year old bad judgment (What did you think was going to happen if you poured water into this already full glass?). Most days I don't even think about it, which is probably for the best. Otherwise, I'd be paralyzed by fear.

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