Sunday, March 2, 2014

December 13, 2013

This is my view of what happen December 13, 2013. As many of you know a shooting happened at my dads school that day this is his view of it http://thefischbowl.blogspot.com/2014/01/121313.html. I am sitting in my Language Arts Class ( I had no idea that any of this was going on). We where about to head down to the library to use the computers in there to make logos for a unit we were doing. So I am sitting in my Language Arts Class and all of the sudden I hear students and staff we are on lock out that means that we can't go outside the school come over the intercom. This  is my Language Arts Teacher version of that day http://tbdteacher.tumblr.com/post/70006038242/teaching-tip-its-okay-to-cry. Before I knew anything I sensed that it was more than just something that happens pretty often because my Language Arts teacher kept leaving to talk to the office but I didn't know what for. We had been working for about 5 minutes when one of my friends finally told me what was going on that there was a school shooting at Arapahoe High School. My heart just sank all these worries started going though my head like is my dad okay, is this really happening , why did they do that all these questions that I did not have an answer for. I didn't know what to do I panic I just stood there for a minute trying to take in what I had just heard. I started crying after that because I was worried and had so many questions that I couldn't answer at the time. My Language Arts teacher was not in the library when I had started crying but when she found me crying she took me to my counselor. My counselor had to get me as calm as possible first before we did anything because I couldn't think. We did some breathing and then she suggested that we call my mom and ask if she knew anything. It was really good to hear her voice and to know that my dad was okay. My counselor asked my mom if she could come pick me up because I couldn't focus on school work I was too scared. My mom asked how she could get into the building with a lock out my counselor said that she just needed to show her ID and she would be able to get into the building. When they said I could go get my stuff all I wanted to do was run all the way  to my backpack and talk no one the anxiety was getting the better of me. When I went to get my  backpack from the pod I got 5 hugs reassuring me that everything was going to be okay. After I got my stuff I went back to the counselors office to wait for my mom. Then my mom and I went home to wait to hear from my dad. My dad called and said that we could go pick him up at first I felt like I couldn't see him but after a while I was like okay lets go. We picked him up and we went home.  We talked about it some and I asked questions but no body knows the answer to this day. 



I know that that shooting made the whole community stronger and willing to help but why do bad things always have happen first can't we just do that all the time?

I know this took me a long time to get around to writing I just wasn't sure what to say.