My eldest started at the local public high school this year. It's a gritty place. They've had three lock-downs so far. The first was because a dispute in the library between two kids resulted in one flashing a gun. Security intervened and no one was injured. The second involved a kid who'd either graduated or been previously kicked out who was observed having hopped a fence and was on foot on campus wearing a backpack. Cops arrived and he was detained. The third involved a break-in to a neighboring house, and when the perp fled, the police weren't sure whether he was armed and whether he'd made his way onto campus across the street to hide... that lockdown also impacted a nearby elementary school, because they weren't sure where the guy had gone. The school sends out an immediate robocall & email when these events happen, and then we get texts from our son from inside the classroom where he is, barricaded with classmates behind a locked door and with shades drawn. The three-way texts between him and my wife & me during these episodes are filled with dark humor. I reminded him last week in the wake of the last episode that despite our family's particular macabre text-management, when there's a lockdown, he needs immediately to focus on his available "Run, Hide, Fight" options. Because we want him to come the fuck home.