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Children, Period, and Run: Δ°AL Phillip Timothy Yesterday at 03:22 Next Tuesday we will have an "active shooter" / intruder drill at our school and I will hunker down behind flimsy wooden cabinet doors with my students You see, we open the cabinets and hide behind the doors so that anyone peering into the classrooms will not see us, and maybe think it is an empty room. Maybe we will be unnoticed, which just means maybe he will go to another classroom In preparation, I will remind my students tomorrow that our hallway doors should always be locked, so IT an intruder shows up we can just pull the doors closed without fiddling with keys. I have assigned students whose job it is to check those doors every period to make sure we don't forget I wil try to keep the children quiet during our drill on Tuesday. It's hard. They're packed in tight behind those cabinet doors, and they talk and giggle. Because they're children. They look like young adults, but they're children I will try to keep them quiet, because we hope that this will give that illusion of an empty classroom.I will try to keep them quiet because even though I know it's a drill, they do not, and they need to treat each drill like the real thing. They must have the procedure driven in by repetition Inevitably some children will be sure that it is real, and they will be terrified Two years ago, one boy - a big hulking kid turning into a "tough guy" - broke down in tears when the administrator jiggled the doorknob to our room while we hid behind the cabinets. I will sit down and process feelings of fear and panic with at least a few students. How do we process the panic we put them through? Every time we run through these drills, we violate their trust - their trust in us and their trust in a safe, secure world. We violate their trust in the name of safety Two years ago, a PE teacher wasn't informed that the intruder drill was a drill. He panicked, and screamed at the kids to "Shut the fuck Up!" while they were laughing and joking Who could blame him? He was terrified Afterward, some of the children will talk a big game. How they would jump on a shooter, how they would climb out a window instead of staying in a classroom How they'd be a herd A few of them ask if l'd do anything to save them in the event of an active shooter. I can't answer, because although I want to reassure them I really don't know, and I don't know how to express all those complicated feelings A few will scoff and say, "Of course Mr B wouldn't do anything. He doesn't like us And I don't know what to say to that, either, other than to go back to my lesson plan. I strive to be honest with my students, and the honest answer is that l'd do all I can I hope - but the human body isn't much match for gunpowder and lead At home I will replay the drill. Did we get it accomplished quickly? Tightly? Efficiently? Are my children safe? Will they be safe? Can I keep them safe? (No.) How would I ever live with it if I lost one? What about seventeen of them? Each of these kids, awful and irritating though they can be, is a magical world in and of themself. Four years and one hundred sixty kids in, and they're still all different and wonderful and fascinating. Every day, if I am very very careful and very very patient and very very lucky,I get to unlock just a little more of one of those fantastic inner worlds. A chunk of lead, hurtling through the air, thrown by a little explosion triggered by one man's finger, can destroy that entire world. I still don't understand why I am expected to teach my children how to survive in a violent world, but my country isn't expected to make the world less violent None of these questions are academic. None of these questions are distant or political. They are meat and blood and gristle, and they are lives lived in fear for so long that my children don't know anything that isn't fear. So I really don't give a damn how important owning a gun is to you. awed-frog: The time for gun control is now.
Children, Period, and Run: Δ°AL Phillip Timothy
 Yesterday at 03:22
 Next Tuesday we will have an "active shooter" / intruder drill at our school
 and I will hunker down behind flimsy wooden cabinet doors with my
 students
 You see, we open the cabinets and hide behind the doors so that anyone
 peering into the classrooms will not see us, and maybe think it is an empty
 room. Maybe we will be unnoticed, which just means maybe he will go to
 another classroom
 In preparation, I will remind my students tomorrow that our hallway doors
 should always be locked, so IT an intruder shows up we can just pull the
 doors closed without fiddling with keys. I have assigned students whose job
 it is to check those doors every period to make sure we don't forget
 I wil try to keep the children quiet during our drill on Tuesday. It's hard.
 They're packed in tight behind those cabinet doors, and they talk and giggle.
 Because they're children. They look like young adults, but they're children
 I will try to keep them quiet, because we hope that this will give that illusion
 of an empty classroom.I will try to keep them quiet because even though I
 know it's a drill, they do not, and they need to treat each drill like the real
 thing. They must have the procedure driven in by repetition
 Inevitably some children will be sure that it is real, and they will be terrified
 Two years ago, one boy - a big hulking kid turning into a "tough guy" - broke
 down in tears when the administrator jiggled the doorknob to our room while
 we hid behind the cabinets.

 I will sit down and process feelings of fear and panic with at least a few
 students. How do we process the panic we put them through? Every time we
 run through these drills, we violate their trust - their trust in us and their trust
 in a safe, secure world. We violate their trust in the name of safety
 Two years ago, a PE teacher wasn't informed that the intruder drill was a
 drill. He panicked, and screamed at the kids to "Shut the fuck Up!" while they
 were laughing and joking
 Who could blame him? He was terrified
 Afterward, some of the children will talk a big game. How they would jump
 on a shooter, how they would climb out a window instead of staying in a
 classroom
 How they'd be a herd
 A few of them ask if l'd do anything to save them in the event of an active
 shooter. I can't answer, because although I want to reassure them I really
 don't know, and I don't know how to express all those complicated feelings
 A few will scoff and say, "Of course Mr B wouldn't do anything. He doesn't
 like us
 And I don't know what to say to that, either, other than to go back to my
 lesson plan. I strive to be honest with my students, and the honest answer is
 that l'd do all I can I hope - but the human body isn't much match for
 gunpowder and lead
 At home I will replay the drill. Did we get it accomplished quickly? Tightly?
 Efficiently? Are my children safe? Will they be safe?
 Can I keep them safe?
 (No.)

 How would I ever live with it if I lost one?
 What about seventeen of them?
 Each of these kids, awful and irritating though they can be, is a magical
 world in and of themself. Four years and one hundred sixty kids in, and
 they're still all different and wonderful and fascinating. Every day, if I am very
 very careful and very very patient and very very lucky,I get to unlock just a
 little more of one of those fantastic inner worlds.
 A chunk of lead, hurtling through the air, thrown by a little explosion triggered
 by one man's finger, can destroy that entire world.
 I still don't understand why I am expected to teach my children how to
 survive in a violent world, but my country isn't expected to make the world
 less violent
 None of these questions are academic. None of these questions are distant
 or political. They are meat and blood and gristle, and they are lives lived in
 fear for so long that my children don't know anything that isn't fear.
 So I really don't give a damn how important owning a gun is to you.
awed-frog:
The time for gun control is now.

awed-frog: The time for gun control is now.

Ash, Bad, and Beef: THE SPELLBINDING NATIONAL BESTSELLER Hartty Potter CH A P TER THIRTEEN THE HANDSOME ONE he castle grounds snarled with a wave of magically magnified wind. The sky outside was a great black ceiling, which was full of blood. The only sounds drifting from Hagrid's hut were the disdainful shrieks of his own furniture Magic: it was something that Harry Potter thought was very good Leathery sheets of rain lashed at Harry's ghost as he walked across the grounds toward the castle. Ron was standing there and doing a kind of frenzied tap dance. He saw Harry and immediately began to eat Hermione's family Ron's Ron shirt was just as bad as Ron himself. If you two can't clump happily, I'm going to get aggressive," confessed the reasonable Hermione 271. CHADTER THIRTEE N "What about Ron magic?" offered Ron. To Harry, Ron was a loud, slow, and soft bird. Harry did not like to think about birds. "Death Eaters are on top of the castle!" Ron bleated, quivering. Ron was going to be spiders. He just was. He wasn't proud of that, but it was going to be hard to not have spiders all over his body after all is said and done. "Look," said Hermione. "Obviously there are loads of Death Eaters in the castle. Let's listen in on their meetings." The three complete friends zapped onto the landing outside the door to the castle roof. They almost legged it, but witches are not climbing. Ron looked at the doorknob and then looked at Hermione with searing pain. "I think it's closed," he noticed. "Locked," said Mr. Staircase, the shabby-robed ghost. They looked at the door, screaming about how closed it was and asking it to be replaced with a small orb. The password was "BEEF WOMEN," Hermione cried. Harry, Ron, and Hermione quietly stood behind a circle of Death Eaters who looked bad. "I think it's okay if you like me," said one Death Eater. "Thank you very much," replied the other. The first Death Eater confidently leaned forward to plant a kiss on his cheek. "Oh! Well done!" said the second as his friend stepped back again. All the other Death Eaters clapped politely. Then they all took a few minutes to go over the plan to get rid of Harry's magic 272 THE HANDSOME ONE Harry could tell that Voldemort was standing right behind him. He felt a great overreaction. Harry tore his eyes from his head and threw them into the forest. Voldemort raised his eyebrows at Harry, who could not see anything at the moment. "Voldemort, you're a very bad and mean wizard," Harry savagely saic How To Dance. so Hermione dipped his face in mud. Ron smiled. Ron reached for his wand slowly. ermione nodded encour Eater was wearing a shirt that said Hermione Has Forgotten Ron threw a wand at Voldemort and everyone applauded. "Ron's the handsome one," muttered Harry as he reluctantly reached for his. They cast a spell or two, and jets of green light shot out of the Death Eaters' heads. Ron flinched. "Not so handsome now." thought Harry as he dipped Hermione in hot sauce. The Death Eaters were dead now, and Harry was hungrier than he had ever been. The Great Hall was filled with incredible moaning chandeliers and a large librarian who had decorated the sinks with books about masonry. Mountains of mice exploded. Several long pumpkins fell out of McGonagall. Dumbledore's hair scooted next to Hermione as Dumbledore arrived at school The pig of Hufflepuff pulsed like a large bullfrog Dumbledore smiled at it, and placed his hand on its head: You are Hagrid now." CH A P TER T HIR TEE N We're the only people who matter. He's never going to get rid of us," Harry, Hermione, and Ron said in chorus. The floor of the castle seemed like a large pile of magic. The Dursleys had never been to the castle and they were not about to come there in Harry Potter and the Portrait of What Looked Like a Large Pile of Ash. Harry looked around and then fell down the spiral staircase for the rest of the summe. "I'm Harry Potter, Harry began yelling. "The dark arts better be worried, oh boy! An AI writes the next Harry Potter novel
Ash, Bad, and Beef: THE SPELLBINDING NATIONAL BESTSELLER
 Hartty Potter

 CH A P TER THIRTEEN
 THE HANDSOME ONE
 he castle grounds snarled with a wave of magically
 magnified wind. The sky outside was a great black
 ceiling, which was full of blood. The only sounds drifting from
 Hagrid's hut were the disdainful shrieks of his own furniture
 Magic: it was something that Harry Potter thought was very
 good
 Leathery sheets of rain lashed at Harry's ghost as he walked
 across the grounds toward the castle. Ron was standing there
 and doing a kind of frenzied tap dance. He saw Harry and
 immediately began to eat Hermione's family
 Ron's Ron shirt was just as bad as Ron himself.
 If you two can't clump happily, I'm going to get aggressive,"
 confessed the reasonable Hermione
 271.

 CHADTER THIRTEE N
 "What about Ron magic?" offered Ron. To Harry, Ron
 was a loud, slow, and soft bird. Harry did not like to think
 about birds.
 "Death Eaters are on top of the castle!" Ron bleated,
 quivering. Ron was going to be spiders. He just was. He
 wasn't proud of that, but it was going to be hard to not
 have spiders all over his body after all is said and done.
 "Look," said Hermione. "Obviously there are loads of Death
 Eaters in the castle. Let's listen in on their meetings."
 The three complete friends zapped onto the landing outside
 the door to the castle roof. They almost legged it, but witches
 are not climbing. Ron looked at the doorknob and then looked
 at Hermione with searing pain.
 "I think it's closed," he noticed.
 "Locked," said Mr. Staircase, the shabby-robed ghost. They
 looked at the door, screaming about how closed it was and
 asking it to be replaced with a small orb. The password was
 "BEEF WOMEN," Hermione cried.
 Harry, Ron, and Hermione quietly stood behind a circle of
 Death Eaters who looked bad.
 "I think it's okay if you like me," said one Death Eater.
 "Thank you very much," replied the other. The first Death
 Eater confidently leaned forward to plant a kiss on his cheek.
 "Oh! Well done!" said the second as his friend stepped back
 again. All the other Death Eaters clapped politely. Then they
 all took a few minutes to go over the plan to get rid of Harry's
 magic
 272

 THE HANDSOME ONE
 Harry could tell that Voldemort was standing right behind
 him. He felt a great overreaction. Harry tore his eyes from
 his head and threw them into the forest. Voldemort raised his
 eyebrows at Harry, who could not see anything at the moment.
 "Voldemort, you're a very bad and mean wizard," Harry
 savagely saic
 How To Dance. so Hermione dipped his face in mud.
 Ron smiled. Ron reached for his wand slowly.
 ermione nodded encour
 Eater was wearing a shirt that said Hermione Has Forgotten
 Ron threw a wand at Voldemort and everyone applauded.
 "Ron's the handsome one," muttered Harry as he reluctantly
 reached for his. They cast a spell or two, and jets of green light
 shot out of the Death Eaters' heads. Ron flinched.
 "Not so handsome now." thought Harry as he dipped
 Hermione in hot sauce. The Death Eaters were dead
 now, and Harry was hungrier than he had ever been.
 The Great Hall was filled with incredible moaning
 chandeliers and a large librarian who had decorated the sinks
 with books about masonry. Mountains of mice exploded.
 Several long pumpkins fell out of McGonagall. Dumbledore's
 hair scooted next to Hermione as Dumbledore arrived at
 school
 The pig of Hufflepuff pulsed like a large bullfrog
 Dumbledore smiled at it, and placed his hand on its head:
 You are Hagrid now."

 CH A P TER T HIR TEE N
 We're the only people who matter. He's never going to get
 rid of us," Harry, Hermione, and Ron said in chorus.
 The floor of the castle seemed like a large pile of magic. The
 Dursleys had never been to the castle and they were not about
 to come there in Harry Potter and the Portrait of What Looked
 Like a Large Pile of Ash. Harry looked around and then fell
 down the spiral staircase for the rest of the summe.
 "I'm Harry Potter, Harry began yelling. "The dark arts
 better be worried, oh boy!
An AI writes the next Harry Potter novel

An AI writes the next Harry Potter novel

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finally my child can safely ram her fucking head into a doorknob this is what the future is all about what a time to be aliveΒ 

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