Every single day I think the "what if it's us today?" I rehearse the scenario in my mind. Where will we be safest? How long will I stay in the hallway looking for kids who need shelter? Can I protect them with my son's old baseball bat that stays beside my desk? Can I get them safely out a 2nd story window if it comes to that? Every. Single. Day. I'm a teacher, I think. Why am I thinking like warrior? Because I have to. And that's sad.