The conversation made me cry

We had kind of a crazy evening today as Robert had a dive meet this evening.  It was here in town, which is what made it a little crazy as we wanted to get there to watch.  As we are scrambling for dinner preparedness, Catherine mentions that there was an announcement while she was in ELA that no one was allowed to leave their classrooms and they were all to remains where they were.  Apparently it was a drug search, but she is unclear of the details, so obviously so am I.  She did tell me though, that her ELA teacher mentioned that had it been made known there was an "active shooter" (the current PC words) that he and another student (I'm uncertain as to why this particular student) would be helping everyone to jump out the windows (they are on the first floor) and they are all to run to the nearest house.  She was very matter-of-fact about the entire thing, but it made me sick to my stomach and I left the room to cry.  I get the reality...this is a conversation her teacher needed to have with them.  It's the fact that it is indeed a reality that makes me sick and cry.  Sending up extra prayers for peace.