Welcome back counselors AND ambassadors. We’re feeling unusually optimistic this morning. Could be that we had one of the most relaxing weekends ever. You would think we’d be dreading coming back, but we’ve entered into that Office Space trance where almost nothing could get us down. We’re one step away from leaving to go fishing and not giving a damn at all. It’s a beautiful feeling.
Here’s a fun story to get you started. Sorry if this is too soon post-Aurora, but let’s keep it all in perspective. This hysterical follower has been patiently waiting since June 4th. And, hey, use this to spend time in an ad-hoc committee meeting talking about personal safety while on travel!
“I was recruiting in a desert state where the public schools require you to take a picture of yourself that you then have to print onto a sticker and slap onto your chest like an idiot (yep, this is my face.)
The school’s printer was down, so they told me to just go ahead and walk to the college center on the second floor. As I am making my way through the prison-like concrete hallways, I hear someone hysterically yell “Lock down, lock down! This is not a drill! We have an intruder in the hallways.” I look up to the security camera and frantically point to my college nametag, thinking it had to be my lack of a picture sticker that had caused the lock down, but there was no response from the loudspeakers.
Then it occurs to me, “Oh. Damn. What if someone else caused the lockdown? What if I’m the one dude wandering around the hallways while some trench-coated maniac is beginning his murderous rampage?”
That would be a shitty way to make the news, I decide, so I find the college center and through a combination of sign language and looking generally innocent and doe-eyed manage to convince them to let me in.
Two hours later I had gotten to know the counselor and her sophomore assistant *extremely* well while we waited for the “all clear.” Turns out there was an armed gang member who had fled during a police chase and made his way onto the school grounds (perhaps the brush with the law made him reassess the value of education).
Just glad I didn’t have to give him my pitch in the hallway.
You know? We’ve never been in a school lockdown before. We may need to back pocket that one for the next time we are running late for a school visit but would much rather spend an extra couple of hours on Tumblr at the closest Panera.
Glad you made it through, dear follower. And, we have to agree - we imagine the last thing on his mind would be trying to recall his class rank and SAT scores to determine his admissibility. Maybe he could have recruited YOU though. We hear gang life pays considerably better, and you get WAY more respect. Truth hurts.
Super Monday blessings to all of you. Be back here for Questionable Questions tomorrow.