I have not known what to say about the terrible events of December 14, when 20 young children and their teachers were murdered in their school.
In the ensuing days, I have been keenly aware of the young lives that are entrusted to my care each day. There are one hundred and ten children that travel through my classroom every day, and another 300 plus who are younger students in our building. I cannot help but wonder, as I look at all those young faces, what I would do; what I could do in the event we ever came under attack by a gunman in our building. It is a bit of background noise in the busy rush of my days. I am not focused on it; not obsessing over it -- but it is there. Always.
I am uneasy with the whole idea. I don't know what to think. But then, I think about someone bursting into my safe, welcoming, comfortable classroom with a gun and threatening my kids -- and yeah, I'd take the bastard on with whatever I had at my disposal.