The
layers of security that are in place to ensure that all movement in the
building is monitored and that no one who doesn’t have to be there is in there
for any longer than necessary creates such an oppressive atmosphere.
IT
REALLY MAKES me thankful that I don’t have to go to school any longer (I’m
coming up on 30 years since high school come May). Because I wonder how current
students manage to cope with the nonsense.
Except
that they’re all so young they don’t know anything different. They probably
presume that this is the way things are supposed to be. It all makes me wonder
what view of life we’re giving them!
Just
this week (in my duties for one of the suburban daily newspapers) I had to
visit a high school, where I managed to create a minor security scare.
For
a school board session that was scheduled to have the doors open at 6 p.m., I
arrived at 5:50 p.m. I asked one security officer exactly which building on the
campus the session was being held in, and when I went there, I found one
unlocked door (out of six).
SO
I WENT in.
But
it seems that another security guard (it was a private security firm hired by
that high school district) wasn’t aware that the one door was unlocked.
So
I wound up having to explain myself, and ultimately had to go back outside for
a few minutes UNTIL the hour of 6 O’Clock (as they’d say in the Illinois Legislature)
actually arrived according to that guard’s watch.
I
have been in enough school buildings to know the “check-in” procedures – which usually
involve letting the principal’s staff know you’re there. Although sometimes,
schools want to make it a little tougher to conduct business with them on their
grounds.
I
KNOW THE two high schools I attended (I transferred when my family moved after
my first year) have all these checkpoints for outside visitors. One literally
has to keep following the path of security people in order to get to where one
needs to go.
It’s
almost enough to make me detest school buildings in a way that I never did when
I was actually a student. Perhaps all this is meant to make me more thankful
that portion of my life is complete.
Now
I know some people are going to argue with me that all this is somehow
essential – and perhaps should have been in place when I was a student some
four decades ago – in order to ensure safety.
They’re
going to cite the sporadic incidents where someone manages to get a weapon (or
a few) into a school building and manages to inflict significant amounts of
bodily harm.
ALTHOUGH
THOSE INCIDENTS usually turn into events where flaws in other laws manage to
come out into the open. Whether it is too-easy access to the firearms or
too-loose monitoring of people with potential mental health problems, the idea
of a school building as a fortress is usually a secondary (if not irrelevant)
factor.
It
would almost be like saying that the Chicago White Sox failed as an
organization on the field because the quality of the pizza they serve at
concessions stands is mediocre-to-lousy. True enough, but not the reason they
played so badly the last month of the season.
Although
having stated that, I must recall one moment from when I was in high school.
It
was my final year and I was in the “newsroom” of the student newspaper along
with other “staffers” when an adult male showed up, sat down at a desk and
refused to say much of anything – except to tell us to mind our own business.
SOMEONE
MANAGED TO call for security, and a guard did come to take him away – only for
him to return shortly with a pass from the principal allowing him to be with
us. The image I have of a guy with hair in a mullet and disco-like clothes –
about six years after they were stylish – ought to be enough to give anybody
the creeps.
It
took about an hour for us to find out what he wanted – to place advertising in
the paper for his “product,” a hollowed-out tube meant to look like a pen. The
theory was that you could hide your “crib notes” in the tube while cheating on
tests.
When
we wouldn’t take his money (if I recall correctly, the ad would have cost about
$10), he got huffy, but left without further incident.
An
awkward moment, to be sure. But I’m really not sure that having all the
modern-day checkpoints would have prevented it from happening, or made me any
safer on a daily basis back then.
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