Scary Lockdown- Sorta…

My life isn’t interesting.

I live in a small neighborhood with rather nice people. When something happens here it makes the news. From the years I’ve lived here I’ve only had about 3 “bad” incidents. One of those 3 things was a lock-down. Not like a practice lock-down, a real one.

So I was in elementary school and as far as I remember it was a Tuesday, sometime in December. I remember this being a few days after my birthday so I had just turned about 10 years old.  I was in another classroom for RTII, or as our school called it “power hour.” It was literally just RTII under a different name.

Me and a few friends were in a group learning about polar bears for some reason. We are talking about where they live, why they’re white, etc. We talked about this stuff for nearly 15 minutes before the loud-speaker came on. The lady on the loud-speaker said in a rather scared tone “please get your coats on.”

As I said, I was in another class and my coat was somewhere else so I had to leave the class to get my coat. The teacher told me it wasn’t necessary and that I just sit back down, so I did. Me and my friends went back to talking about polar bears for around 15 seconds before the loud-speaker came on again. “Lock down” she called 3 times. Being in the 4th grade, I was terrified, I ran over to the area where the book-bags were and hid. Around 10 other kids and the teacher came flooding in after us.

We hid in that small, cramped spot for nearly 15 minutes. It was pouring rain, there was thunder and lightning booming and flashing outside. Kids were crying and others were hugging each-other saying it’d be okay. The teacher kept shushing us and telling us to be quiet. I have no idea how that teacher could keep her chill in such a scary situation.

After about 30 minutes of being stuck in that small area the lady on the loud-speaker came back on. Our class was relieved and started getting up, but then the loud-speaker quickly went back off. Then… The fire alarm just went off. Kids were screaming, and more kids were crying then before. We all ran to the door to rush out while our teacher chased after us.

We got yelled at and were told to get in a straight line and to shut our mouths. We smelled smoke coming from the end of the hallway while kids ran out of their classrooms. Kids were screaming that they didn’t want to die. My grade couldn’t say anything because we were the oldest grade and we were “the role models” or so our teachers said.

Us, the 4th graders, were the last ones out of the building. Scary as fuck for us but no one was burned, left behind, or any of that. We got outside and the second we got outside there was a cold gust of air. I had never been this cold in my life. My friend tried to hug me and walk me around to warm me up but nothing worked. Eventually my RTII teacher gave me and my friend her coat to share.

My friend and I were letting people use it for about a minute for those who needed it. Kids were scrambling to find their teachers, others just running to get a coat. All of us were outside for around 2 hours. Police cars, fire men, everything, they were all there in this event. Buses were called over to the school and everyone was brought to somewhere safe.

The school didn’t burn down or anything so therefore we had to go to school the next day. When we went to school the next day we figured out why this happened. Someone started a fire and another person made a bomb threat. To this day no one knows who did this but personally I don’t ever want to figure out who it was.

College Shooting

I am a 19 year old American college student and I Attend Northlake College in the Dallas area. This story however isn’t going to be from my perspective, but rather from my girlfriend’s.

Some background: If you didn’t hear already about a month ago an active shooter came onto our schools campus and opened fired. I was thankfully at a satellite campus during the ordeal. But my girlfriend was at the main campus at the time when it happened and experienced much more than I did.

She was in the middle of class reviewing for the final next week. It was a normal day and nothing out of the ordinary had happened at all. We did have a weird instance the day before where the principal got over the intercom and told everyone an emergency had reported on campus. But all we had to do was evacuate and it turned out to be nothing. But not less than 24 hours later my girlfriend was sitting in class and only about 100 feet down the hall shots started to ring out. She said they were so loud, and so real. One of the students immediately closed and locked the door as everyone else in the class piled up into the least visible corner. Just then the Principle came on over the intercom, except he sounded frantic and scared to death. He managed to spit out “we are in lockdown”. At this time they were sending out alerts on our system so me my professor and everyone on my class at the time received the message that there was an active shooter at Northlake. We still had to go into lockdown because the authorities weren’t sure which campus it was at and they didn’t know if this would be a collaborative shooting or something like that.

Any ways, she said she was so terrified, and it’s that sort of scared you get when you realize your life is at risk for the first time. Luckily after what seemed like forever the police began sweeping the building and trying to evacuate students. And thank god she made it out ok. I couldn’t imagine going through something that traumatizing at a place where you’re supposed to feel safe. For me the scarriest part and where I actually cried was when I was messaging her over and over and calling her but she wouldn’t pick up. Turns out it was due to the schools horible cell reception but I’ll never forget that feeling of not knowing whether or not someone you love is dead or alive.



Now it’s been a few months since this has happened, but the whole experience is engrained into my mind. Though nothing terrible happened from this (thank God), it was still a very traumatizing event.

{One of my teachers said that there are three kinds of people in an emergency situation, people who freak out, people who freeze, and people who help.}

My name is Hannah, I’m sixteen years old. At my high school, we have a preschool program. It’s sort of like a daycare in which the children come in for a few hours so that we can teach them and observe their behaviors. We have a double sided mirror so that we can see the preschooler and they can’t see us. The preschool has its own door that goes outside so that the parents don’t have to navigate through the school. There is a connecting door next to the double sided mirror that leads to the preschool.

Thursday was our group’s observation day. I was usually the first one there, so naturally I was taking notes on the oncoming students.

Then the announcement came on the speakers saying that a lockdown was taking place. Now for normal classes, the students have to sit against the wall or under the tables, away from walls and windows. For our class, because we run a preschool, we have procedure which isn’t really that different, the only difference is that we have to bring the parents and children into the teacher’s office. As my teacher was trying to figure everything out, most of the students huddled in the corner. Me and a few others were by the connecting door (the one that connects the preschool to our room). We were there to let in any other students. My classmate, I’ll call her T, was going into the room to get children and parents inside, I was staying by the door to open and close it for her.

At first we were all joking around, thinking that it was a drill. But as time went on, the tension became thick. My teacher was calling the front office and confirmed that it was real. A man with a mask was walking around the school. I was worried, but he was outside so I thought that as long as we were okay now, we’d be okay until the police found him.

As all of this was happening, T was getting texts from a group chat. Apperently, one class had a walkie talkie (that administrators and coaches had) and it was on, and people could hear everything that was happening. So, they typed it in the group chat. And of course there were rumors of gunshots being heard in the auditorium, but that would have been heard throughout the school. We didn’t hear anything, so we quickly debunked it.

I was texting my mom throughout this, she seemed apathetic and when I told her about the gunshots in the school she literally said “Oh that’s cool, can you hear them?”. So, thanks mom.

Most of the children were in the office with their parents, so T and I were just sort of waiting by the door. We started to talk (or whisper) and she had apperently been in a lockdown situation before. She said that she was lucky that she got out last time and was praying that nothing happened this time around.

She looked down at her phone and started to cry. My teacher ran over and she showed me the message saying “They’re inside the school”. I don’t know what happened to me but in that moment, everything inside of me went down. I was having an anxiety attack.

My teacher led us to the supply room and I quickly went down. When I have an anxiety attack my legs become jelly and I tune everything out around me. Some girls came in to help me calm down. It was dark in the room, so they used their phone lights. After the calmed me down, I looked around and I noticed T in the corner, crying. I crawled over to her and I comforted her, for some reason I kept going to help.

I remember sitting in that room for what felt like hours, in the silence. God, that’s the worst part of it, it was so quiet that I could hear the faint sobs of the girls around me. I couldn’t stay in there any longer, so when my teacher came in to get snacks for the kids, I volunteered to help. The people around me thought I was crazy, one girl even said that I looked like I was prepping for war. So I went in with the preschoolers and distributed snacks.

Not long after I started, an announcement came on. It was all over. I started crying, thankful that nothing happened.

Apperently a student was going to a dentist appointment, he had a black beanie on and his hair was in his face. A teacher thought that he was wearing a mask and called it in.

I kept helping because I felt like I needed to. In order to keep my own sanity, I had to help those around me.