bomb threat
So, last Thursday my VP pulls Alisha and me into the wetroom. She never comes in just to say something nice, but when I saw Alisha in there with me, I calmed down a bit. I wasn’t in trouble if she’d called us both back.
“We’ve had a bomb threat, so I just need you to look around your room for any suspicious boxes, backpacks, those kinds of things. Call down to the office if you find something, but don’t talk to your students about this.” She handed me a sheet with the same thing in written form. (I have no idea why.)
This is what I thought: Wow. This’ll make a great OD entry.
I think this says something about me, and probably about how seriously I take bomb threats. And it also probably says something about the American lifestyle of 2007. Maybe I’ll wax eloquent about that later, but probably not.
Scary! I don’t know if I could look inconspicuous about the whole thing. My students would probably suspect something no matter how hard I tried. I hope all is okay! Take care.
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Was it a real bomb threat, or one of those fancy don’t-tell-anyone drills?
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There is something rather telling about that whole thing. I bet people went home from the trolley square shooting and thought within minutes, “Wow. I had better blog this.” Is that bad, I wonder? Anyway, I was thinking we haven’t talked for a long time. We should. I don’t even know where you live, really. What do you think? still have my email?
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Hey. You should call me. I am fun to talk to.
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Kell- I need your address I’m getting married!! You can send it to me at litstar081482@msn.com. I hope you and Scott can come.
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By the way this Nebraska, sorry I didn’t even leave my name with that other note
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