Well Wasn't That Exciting!!

A few days ago it happened again; the fire alarm sounded. I thought I had made it perfectly clear what my views were on fire alarms~ if my ass wasn't on fire than leave me alone. Problem was, that was not the fire alarm~ it was, we thought, the lock down alarm~ the alarm that sounds when there is danger present in the school. Our instructor told us to start the lock down procedure, and I will not get into it here for obvious reasons, but as we did what we were trained to do, the look on our instructor's face was enough to tell me this was apparently not a practice run. I stood there looking at each person in the room with me, and their expressions ranged from a look of disbelief to fear to resignation, but on each person's face I could also see a look of 'What if this is the real deal? What if there is a gunman in the school?' At this point I have to say I am very glad I had stopped to use the 'litterbox' before that class, otherwise there possibly would have been a more pressing problem to deal with as panic usually makes my bladder go into overdrive, and as far as that goes, I actually defy anyone to say that a situation like that would not test the capabilities of even the best adult undergarment on the market. Also, I have to say, I am extremely proud that I stayed completely calm instead of my usual screaming like a girl when the pressure gets too bad; and yes I know I am a girl, but I have to tell you I am the reason this saying came into effect. I can break plate glass windows when I am properly geared up. Anyway, as we stood there, each thinking our own thoughts, I had words flitting through my head like 'Montreal shootings' and 'Columbine shootings' and even though we live in Upper Middle Podunk, Canada, there is no reason to believe we are exempt from the violence that has pervaded the rest of the world. It is a sad thing that we do not have the reassurance that earlier generations had, I can remember when I was a kid that there was never a need to lock a door, people just never encountered the need to have a suspicion of anyone. I am saddened that future generations will never know that kind of security. As the moments wore on, it became increasingly clear that this was a false alarm. People were back in the hallways, voices could be heard, even laughter a couple of times, so we cautiously began to see what the problem was, and come to find out, it was the burglar alarm that had malfunctioned. Whew. I don't know about anyone else, but the relief I felt hit me like a boxing glove to my stomach. I tried very hard to be all 'Yeah, I wasn't scared', but I am pretty sure that the look on my face told everyone a different story, and yeah, truth be told, I was friggin' terrified. It was a good practice run for just in case the real thing ever happened, and as I looked around at the room at all the people I had just met, and some of the ones I already knew, I can remember saying a little 'thank you' to God that nothing horrible happened, because in that moment of silence when we were all standing huddled together I can remember very clearly thinking that even though we had mostly all just met this month, there was not a single person that had not left their signature on my heart, and I really could not imagine giving up any one of them. So to all my friends~~ you are da bomb and I think the world of you. Love and peace all, and keep it real. More for you later. ♥Sue.