When I was a kid my grade schools had regular “emergency” drills. Sirens would wail as we’d crawl under our desks and fold our hands over our heads. It never occurred to us that it might be worse to survive a nuclear conflagration and face a slow death from radiation poisoning. We accepted that the world was a cruel place and soldiered on with our young lives. The world is still a cruel place. I was saddened to read in USA TODAY that school children living in the dystopia of Mexico are required to participate in classroom “shootout” drills, in which students are trained to . . .
drop to the floor, cover their heads, keep away from windows and DO NOT take photos or video of the shootout.
“The first thing the kids want to do is take pictures to post on their social networks,” says Erika Arciniega, director of crime prevention for the Guerrero state police. “We don’t want them to become targets.”
No word on whether teachers are allowed to pack heat in order to protect the kids in case their school goes from being caught in the crossfire to being battleground.