Write a poem involving a superhero. There are three student archetypes in a lockdown drill. One kid
tries to keep it light. He pulls faces and tries to draw illicit laughter from his classmates. I can't tell if he is intentionally trying to boost morale or if he's just happy for the break from the academic drudgery I apparently inflict on him. One kid finds it pointless and boring. He slumps and rolls his eyes at the whole practice, because what good does closing the curtains do against a broken soul with an automatic weapon and no regard for human life anyway? And he rolls his eyes at the kid huddled and shaking under the desk, because, "dude, it's a drill." This is archetype number three: the sensitive kid, the kid who fears for the day when it's not a drill, and wonders if we, if I will be able to keep them safe. I wonder myself. But you, Peter, you broke my heart today. You were not any of these kids. You did not make light. You did not roll your eyes. Oh no! You were alert, focused on points of entry. You were analyzing our defenses. You did not wonder if the adults would protect you. You knew we would not. I am sorry, Peter, for how grown-ups must have failed you in the past, that you feel the need to prepare to be the hero. I'm sorry you are growing up in a world where we think these drills are necessary. I'm sorry society has failed you. I'm sorry you expect me to fail you too. You are a child. You most likely have another growth spurt ahead of you! You don't have to be the hero, Peter. If it ever came to that, I would do my best to save you, to save all of you.
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