“You’re All Dead”

“You’re all dead.”

In my twelve years of teaching, I was in more lockdown drills than fire drills and more lockdowns than school fires, yet nothing prepares you for the sight of a man with a gun walking into your classroom and uttering those words. Your heart tries to run while your brain falters in panic mode. 

This was “only a drill,” but I didn’t know that.

See, our school was participating in a new kind of “active shooter lockdown drill,” where our school resource officer, a police man ca...