“Excuse the interruption. We are under a lockdown.”
That was it.
Not an explanation of what caused it.
Not any idea of how much danger we were in.
Not any idea of how long it would last.
Just a vague warning that teachers knew meant to keep all their students in class until further notice.
As an educator, you’re expected to teach.
It doesn’t matter what’s happening around you. There can be yelling or screaming. There can be a scuffle in the next room. The lights may flicker off and on.
None of that matters.
If you have students and aren’t in immediate danger, you’re expected to teach them.
And that’s what I did. Even then.
I teach mostly poor and minority students in a western Pennsylvania school near Pittsburgh.
My 8th grade language arts class was in the middle of taking a final exam on The Outsiders
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