Not On The School Supply List...
A wave of horror and disbelief washed over me as I read about the fatal stabbing in the courtyard at my high school alma mater earlier this month. Coral Gables Senior High School, though in the same county as its more famous South Florida sister city of Miami, is not a school where you would expect to hear about students in lockdown, and news helicopters flying overhead, bringing back grim images of a young man's body lifeless body draped with a white sheet. No, Gables has always been the kind of high school that prided itself on being the best of the best, and several news stories quote my history teacher aptly describing the day as the worst day ever in the history of the school.
I was on vacation — away from the news and even from email while this tragedy played out — so I didn't chime in with my classmates as they reacted on Facebook when the news broke. But once I checked in I found that though we were scattered across the country, my classmates went through similar emotions quickly — surprise, grief, shock, shame, sympathy for the family — even if mine were a week later.
However, perhaps most chilling to me, was the description of the parents banging on the gates outside the school, frantic to know if their children were okay, and one father's account where he said he had bought his daughter a cell phone because she had been in a lockdown situation due to a murder in middle school and he never wanted to go through that again, so now, at least, he had a text from her to know she was okay and not involved in the situation causing the lockdown at Gables High.
My God, I am still just adjusting to the fact that I am dropping my son off at Kindergarten, and now this is the kind of stuff I need to start thinking about? His preschool was at my church, a place I do some part-time web work for and have the keys to the building. It's still a big adjustment for me to take him to a building where I don't know every single adult and don't literally have the keys to the building. A place where it is actually against the rules for me to wander the halls. And now I have to wonder — what if something really bad did happen, how would I know if my child were safe? Never before has anyone or anything been able to restrain me from seeing my son (just ask the nurses at the NICU), I can only imagine what it would be like to worry about him in a lockdown situation. Let's just add the fuel to the fire that I was a television reporter and I've seen a lot of the worst case scenarios of life — it really doesn't do a lot for maternal sanity.
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