I was at my daughter’s school this afternoon, at about 2:30, getting ready to do my first campus supervision rotation. I was actually a little bit early, and had just donned my garish yellow vest and started putting the parking cones out when I saw two police cars go speeding by, with lights on and and sirens blaring. That would be unusual enough in that neighborhood, but then one of the people who live across from the school came up to me and asked if anyone at the school had heard anything. “About what?” I asked. “Those are the fifth and sixth police cars that have been been by here in the past few minutes” she said. I suggested she go into the office and ask, but she’d barely gotten to the door when the loudspeakers came on: “Lockdown is in effect. Repeat: we are locking down the school. If you’re inside the school, stay where you are. If you’re outside get inside immediately!” My supervisor and I looked at each other in horror…there were already parents in their cars lining up to pick up their kids! We ran to each vehicle, and just had time to say tersely to each waiting parent “The school is locking down. Please stay in your cars!” Even then, the door was locked when we got to it, and we had to pound on it and identify ourselves before they would let us in.
Within seconds, every person hanging out outside the buildings had been shepherded inside, every door (interior and exterior) had been locked, every window had been shaded and every light had been turned off. It was almost eerily silent, for a building with more than 400 teenagers in it! I was in the office (worrying about my daughter, who was in her Latin classroom), and the secretary said that the police (who had ordered the lockdown) had told her that three men with guns had been sighted in the immediate vicinity of the school. We kept peeking outside at the increasing number of arriving parents, none of whom seem to have gotten the message from the ones who were already there when the lockdown started. They were milling around on the lawn, some with young children in tow (a few were talking on cell phones with worried looks on their faces…I think they were probably talking to their kids inside the school). No one is supposed to enter or leave the school during a lockdown, but the principal finally went outside with his bullhorn and told the waiting parents to get into their cars and stay there (surprisingly, even after that, there were people who didn’t comply!)
I found myself in the copy room with another parent, and we both agreed that we were glad we were there, rather than at home, or waiting outside with the other parents. At least we knew that the danger was outside, rather than roaming the halls of the school. I did call my husband (quietly) to let him know that I was fine and that, as far as I knew, Johanna was too, in case he heard something on the news.
After about a half an hour, the police called and gave the all-clear. They never did tell us if they’d captured the men, or if it had been a false alarm, or anything like that (I’m hoping there will be something on the news this evening).
Since Columbine, something like this has been every parent’s nightmare. It was good to see how quickly and efficiently the school responded. The only glitch in their plans was that no one stopped to think how to handle it if an emergency happened during morning drop-off or afternoon pick-up…I guess they’ll have to refine things a little. Still, it was nice to see that everyone knew what was expected of him/her, and things got secured so quickly.
I think I’ll have to have another whiskey this evening!