Trigger warning My school shooting experience

First up - I truly don’t know which forum this should go in. After consideration, I decided that the Pit is as good a place as any. Mods, as always, should feel free to move.

Second - many years ago, I was at school during a shooting. I don’t know why yesterday’s shooting is the one that has wrecked me, but I can’t stop crying. I’m going to set out a brief account here, because I want people to know what it’s like to be there. No one died, so I guess we were the lucky ones.

I worked at my school’s front desk and switchboard part-time in high school. I was on campus one day while students and parents were setting up for a school function. Ribbons on light posts, roll out the carpet, that sort of thing. Suddenly I could hear gunfire and screaming at the front gate. I was under the desk before I even thought about it.

At this time, Columbine hadn’t happened, and school shootings weren’t anything we prepared for. They also weren’t anything that police departments or dispatchers prepared for. Cell phones were just starting to be available, but most people did not have one. This meant that I, at the switchboard, was the primary way anyone there was going to be able to call for help.

Under the desk, I grabbed the phone, fumbled around over my head and dialed 911. When the dispatcher answered, I told her that someone was shooting at my school. She did not believe me. She asked me if I was sure I was at school. Yes, I was really sure. Then, was I sure I wasn’t at a church. Yes, still at school. Then she asked questions like, is anyone injured, what type of gun, who is the shooter. In reply, I could only say “people are screaming and crying but I’m under a desk. I have no safe way to know anything about injuries. It sounds like a shotgun, but I can’t see it. I’m under a desk. I cannot see the shooter.”

The police came eventually. Dispatch was arguing with me because the shooter went to multiple locations. She picked our school just because she was driving by and happened to see it. After stopping briefly, she left and went somewhere else. Maybe she left because she could hear sirens? I don’t really know. Time telescoped and those minutes were among the very longest of my life.

I will never forget that feeling of being trapped with no recourse, of having no idea what was happening or why, of hearing shots and screams, and the crying afterwards. Kids calling for their parents. Layered on top of all of that was the horrific feeling of not being believed, of having to beg for help. The feeling of not knowing if help was going to come or not.

In the present, I always know where the exits are. I know my paths out. I usually know where I could hide. And I keep track of what I can use to fight. I’ve tried to teach the kids the same things without making them paranoid. They mostly seem to humor me, so I suspect I haven’t gone overboard.

Today we live in a world where elementary kids carry cell phones so that they can call for help. My nieces and my kids both had SWAT officers come to their schools and tell them how to deal with a shooter if one came to their school. Watching my 6 year old niece demonstrating weaving while she ran was awful.

What the fuck is wrong with us?

Back in Junior High. 'bout 1972. I was one of the ‘big’ kids. Very tall for my age, skinny as a rail though.

One little new kid kept picking on me. Trying to get me to fight. No reason other than he wanted to fight one of the biggest kids in school. I was quite confident that I could put him down very easily. But I wasn’t a fighter. It’s a win, win for this little shit either way. And a lose for me.

So I declined over and over.

He was expelled, and they found a .45 semi-auto in his locker. Suspect a 1911 Colt. I made the correct choice.

See this, this is fucked up. Afterward I would have wanted to know who I talked to so that they would have been properly trained. Even before Columbine that’s unacceptable.

I’m sorry you went through all of that.

I was thinking much the same. Since when is a 911 dispatcher supposed to argue back?

It really is. To be that desperate and unable to get the dispatcher to believe you sounds nightmarish. After Columbine but while we were still doing shelter-in-place, the principal and police chief told us teachers that if there was a school shooter, we’d be on our own, as the small police force would have all it could do to keep panicked parents out of the building, and it would take a few hours to get a SWAT team in from the nearest city, and then it would take more hours for them to clear the building. We were told to use wastebaskets for student toilets and to stock water and nonperishable food–at our own expense, of course. We’d have to tend to injured victims as best we could.

That’s awful and I’m glad you chose the way you did.

It was fucked up. I was 15 and not the most outgoing (read: very shy). I don’t think it even occurred to me to ask those questions.

Back in college a friend and I went to a nearby bar to play some pool. We got there, stuck our quarters on the table and walked back over the bar (all of 15 feet away) to wait for our turn. Our turn comes up and as we get ready to play, a guy decides he gets to play first because he was standing there. We showed him our quarters and he got angrier and said “you can’t just stick your quarters on the table and walk away”. We tried to explain to him that yes, you can, in fact, that’s exactly why this thing is here. But whatever, he was getting considerably more animated, and we didn’t really care all that much. He played then we played, then we went back to the dorms, then we found out later (from a friend that worked there) that he later pulled a gun on someone over a pool game.

Glad we backed down when we did.

I’m so sorry that you had to go through that, @Sunny_Daze , and/but so glad you were – physically – unharmed and able to walk away.

All trauma is cumulative, isn’t it.

Yeah. We suck. It feels like there should be more we should be doing. I just can’t quite put … my … finger … on it.

Yeah, really truly sorry about that Sunny. I shouldn’t have worried about my story. But you just don’t forget something’s. I guess it’s my way to say I understand, to at least a very, very small degree.

My boss watched her former boss be gunned down in the parking lot by a disgruntled contractor. Yeah, we live in a fucked up country when it comes to firearms. It’s to the point now that you don’t dare say the wrong thing to someone, or even make eye contact, if you can avoid it. And if you’re an aggressive driver, well. . .I’d suggest changing your ways.

Sure, no judgement on you. Not only were you 15 and shy, but you’d just been through an extremely traumatic event. I don’t blame you if it never occurred to you, I doubt that was even remotely on your mind. But my sense of justice and anger that someone put a 15-year-old through that (especially you, who I’ve come to see as a really nice person based on your posts on this board) makes me wish someone could have been held accountable for it.

Did they ever find the shooter? Female shooters are so incredibly rare, the other thread mentioned how there are only four known ones.

That’s horrible, I’m sorry you had to go through that.

Guns. Guns are the fucking problem. Too many fucking guns too easily accessed by too many fucked-up people. And the fucking thoughts and fucking prayers aren’t fucking working!

[That was not aimed at you, @DavidNRockies, just a general thought at the moment.]

I am glad the OP is courageous enough to share this story. Thank you.

You should listen to some 911 calls on YouTube. Some of the dispatchers are freakin’ horrible at their jobs.

I’ve heard some. I’m amazed these people didn’t get fired the first time they pull that shit.

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The OP isn’t really a rant, and the emotionally sensitive subject matter would probably fare better in a more tightly moderated forum than the Pit. I’m going to move it to MPSIMS, which, despite the forum name, is not a reflection on the importance of the OP’s story.
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Thanks for sharing @Sunny_Daze. There is indeed something deeply wrong in America.

{{{{Sunny}}}} I wish there was more to do than send these hugs. I wish this wasn’t the world that we were living in. I wish you’d never had to endure any of this.

Ditto, dammit. So sorry, Sunny_Daze

Living in an advanced civilization is supposed to mean our children do NOT have to literally fight for their lives as a matter of course.

Unfortunately, they have to take up the slack due to all the adults fighting for the right for them to be killed.