School has been closed for several weeks, but our school is opening up this week for in person learning. It's Monday and it feels so strange to be having yet another first day of school.
Class begins, the students settle down, and I start the lesson. I suddenly realize that none of us are wearing our masks. I panic and yell out that we all need to get our masks on.
Class begins, I suddenly realize that I'm not wearing a mask, I panic and frantically search for my mask.
Class begins, I suddenly realize that several students are standing at my desk unmasked. I tell them they need to get out of my space and put on a mask. They don't comply.
Class begins, I suddenly realize half the kids are unmasked. I tell them to put on masks and they won't do it. I run out into the hallway and see my vice principal. I am sobbing and tell him it isn't safe. I tell him I can't do this anymore.
Class begins, no one is wearing a mask. I look through the window near by desk and the sky is an eerie green.
I stand up to get a better view and see a giant rocket launching straight up a few hundred yards behind the school. I scream at all the students that they need to get down and take cover. They look at me and at one another. I know there's not really a safe place to get away from a rocket or missile. I look around and try to think of something to tell them that will keep them safe. The rocket rises up to a height somewhere between the roof of the school and the clouds and explodes.
The windows are blown out and the roof is blown off, but we are alive and unhurt. Slowly, bits of ash start to rain down on us and mixed in with the ash are large, clear flakes of some material. I know it's a chemical weapon and that we are all doomed.
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