Yesterday I had the great pleasure of going to speak to a first grade class about Christmas in Australia. I read them a book. I let them touch a kangaroo skin. I even sang them a song. All of this took maybe 20 - 25 mins. This gave me plenty of time to run home, get changed and head to work.
When I had finished I stood up and reached for my coat in order to leave. As soon as I touched my coat the intercom blared with an important message.
We were now in LOCKDOWN mode. It was a drill but a drill still runs as if it was the real thing. This meant that I had to get down and out of sight. I did the first thing I thought of and climbed under the desk I had been sitting in front of.
Of course I barely fit under there and my knees were killing me but this was a drill and wasn't going to take very long anyway...right?
WRONG! It was a drill and was treated like the real deal. I was on my aching knees for maybe 15 mins before I thought "OK...time to get comfortable". I tried to scoot my knees out from under me. Nope. No can do. I was pretty much jammed in under this desk that was built for a little first grader. This move was going to have to be a major production....and it was.
I ended up rolling back under the desk and just laying there until the police showed up and allowed us to come out from our hiding places.
I thought "Good. I can still make it to work on time." But noooooo. Although our little classroom was no longer on lockdown we still had to remain in the classroom until an announcement was made over the school intercom. This didn't happen for another 15 mins maybe.
The teacher kept apologizing. She didn't have to. I was fine. She gave me chances to quickly leave the classroom and head out the back door. I chose to stay and see what went on. Plus it was going to give me a good story to tell.
I made it to work only 10 minutes late and with a fun story to tell.
If I had been thinking straight I would have taken a photo of me under the desk AND one with the policeman when he came into the room. Clearly I wasn't thinking straight so you end up with a photo of me under the desk here at home and a photo of the police cars at the school.
What I did learn is that the schools here in Utah are doing a fantastic job of keeping the children safe in case of an emergency and that the police are a big part of that.
When I had finished I stood up and reached for my coat in order to leave. As soon as I touched my coat the intercom blared with an important message.
We were now in LOCKDOWN mode. It was a drill but a drill still runs as if it was the real thing. This meant that I had to get down and out of sight. I did the first thing I thought of and climbed under the desk I had been sitting in front of.
Of course I barely fit under there and my knees were killing me but this was a drill and wasn't going to take very long anyway...right?
WRONG! It was a drill and was treated like the real deal. I was on my aching knees for maybe 15 mins before I thought "OK...time to get comfortable". I tried to scoot my knees out from under me. Nope. No can do. I was pretty much jammed in under this desk that was built for a little first grader. This move was going to have to be a major production....and it was.
I ended up rolling back under the desk and just laying there until the police showed up and allowed us to come out from our hiding places.
I thought "Good. I can still make it to work on time." But noooooo. Although our little classroom was no longer on lockdown we still had to remain in the classroom until an announcement was made over the school intercom. This didn't happen for another 15 mins maybe.
The teacher kept apologizing. She didn't have to. I was fine. She gave me chances to quickly leave the classroom and head out the back door. I chose to stay and see what went on. Plus it was going to give me a good story to tell.
I made it to work only 10 minutes late and with a fun story to tell.
If I had been thinking straight I would have taken a photo of me under the desk AND one with the policeman when he came into the room. Clearly I wasn't thinking straight so you end up with a photo of me under the desk here at home and a photo of the police cars at the school.
What I did learn is that the schools here in Utah are doing a fantastic job of keeping the children safe in case of an emergency and that the police are a big part of that.
This photo is a reenactment but I am really under a desk.
The police cars on the scene.
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