Monday. Fifth period.
I was back as a sub in the middle school art class. The kiddos had a shading assignment. Things were going as well as could be expected when a weird alert sound came over the clock/PA system.
"Lock down..." was announced.
Uh oh.
I took the blocker out of door one, and I went to latch door two. (Door two doesn't close all the way. I have to lift it just a bit to get the lock to catch. It's not a big deal now that I know the trick.)
The kiddos expressed concern.
Me? I've been through a few of these before. I explained that there was nothing to worry about and that we'd learn what was going on soon enough.
Since the long term, I still had access to the school emails, so got informed like all the other teachers of what was going on. There was a police issue at an apartment complex not too far from the school, so to keep everyone safe, they put us on lockdown.
The kiddos had enough work to do. And it was still the middle of fifth period, so no biggie.
Then, it was the end of fifth period. I asked the class if they liked their seventh period. Many did not. I said, "Good news, you don't have to go."
And it was good news. For me. I had been dreading seventh period. And now, I didn't have to see them. For a while...
With about a half hour of the day left, the lockdown was lifted. Yay?
Fifth period left. Seventh period arrived. All wound up.
We had maybe twenty minutes of class. Which was about all I could take of them.
"Did the teacher quit?" they asked.
(Why she'd quit after one day...)
We didn't do much of anything in seventh period. And then the day was over. Whew.
