I froze mid step handing back papers that morning.
“I’m sorry; what was that?” I asked the student even though I could already feel the blood draining from my face.
I hadn’t heard wrong. The important pieces were still there. Active shooter. Delta State. One professor dead.
And no one knew anything about the shooter. Who it was, if he was still at large, nothing.
I thought about my former colleague who was at that moment crouched on the floor of her office with her husband and students, hiding in the dark behind a locked door. What would she do if the shooter came? What would any of us do?
That’s a question that unfortunately so many of us in academia now have to acknowledge. What would we do in the unthinkable?
But we’re teachers, not firefighters or doctors or police. We don’t save lives in any visceral sense. Futures, maybe. But lives, no. Quite bluntly, we didn’t sign up for this shit. Continue reading “Unanswered Questions”