what’s your scariest memory? (if you don’t have one/ don’t want to talk about it, what’s your biggest fear?)
Hmmm. When I was in eighth grade we had a lock down because there was an “armed and dangerous” person either on school grounds or close enough to the school that it was a danger, I don’t remember which. Now, this was right before Virginia Tech, so kids weren’t really getting how serious this kind of thing was. We’d heard about Columbine but mass shootings weren’t a thing we even considered a possibility.
It was the last class of the day and it’s in the barracks so it’s hot and uncomfortable and everyone here is 14 and shitty so getting them to shut the fuck up is honestly not a possibility. We’re sitting in the dark, under the windows, the bell’s already run and parents have already started calling asking kids why they’re not home yet. This kid next to me literally will not stop talking. The teacher is getting pissed. It’s just not fun. The the fucking door knob jiggles.
I’ve been in a lot of lock downs. Never in any of the lock downs prior or since has a door knob jiggled. To this day I don’t know if it was a security guard checking to see if the door was locked (unlikely if there was really a guy wandering around the school) or if it was some shithead kid or if it was actually a real threat, but I do know everyone heard it and everyone got real quiet after that. One girl started crying. It was one of the most terrifying things I’ve ever experienced. But then it stops and no one talks anymore.
We had to wait for another hour, I think, and finally we were released to go home. I rode the bus at the time, so after getting on the school bus and getting, oh, maybe a block away from school we’re told by the dispatch that we have to turn back around, go back to school, and wait. So for another 15 minutes I’m sitting in a school bus, out in the open, waiting for the adults to figure out what the fuck they’re going to do and whether or not I get to just go home. The Vice Principal comes out and tells the bus driver he has to take us home because no one is going to stick around and wait with us inside the school. So finally after all that we get to go home.
So that was one of the scariest experiences of my life.
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