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This has been an odd week. Actually, that’s probably not the right word.
Our school district had three bomb threats this week. THREE. Monday there was a bomb threat at one of the high schools. Wednesday an anonymous caller said there was a bomb at an elementary school. Today, an anonymous caller said there was a bomb at one of the schools.
All of the schools were evacuated. I picked my kids up Wednesday and today. Both days things were handled very efficiently and calmly. My kids asked me what was up and I told them that someone had called in and threatened the schools. Today my 6 year old told a friend he was out of school because “we had another bomb day.”
I remember growing up during the Cold War and that there was always this slight fear a nuclear war would break out. As a kid, I didn’t really understand what all of this meant except that Russians seemed to be bad guys in A LOT of films. I guess every generation grows up with a little fear but this seems much closer to home.
I didn’t believe there was a bomb either time, but that doesn’t mean I’m not completely and utterly pissed off. A person should not threaten children. It is not a “gag” to threaten a school. I want this person caught and prosecuted and I want them to rot in jail.
I don’t consider myself a very violent person. Sure I like the occasional hockey fight as much as the next person, but I’ve never had the desire to punch anyone until this week. I think if I met the person or persons responsible, I would take a swing.
I don’t know if that makes me a bad person; if I should learn to forgive and move on. Here is my problem with that: I think it’s someone out to just have some fun and games. I don’t think it’s someone who needs help. I think it’s a complete and utter jerk. And I guess, deep down, I believe it’s OK to punch complete and utter jerks who threaten kids.