I was 7 years old when I completed my first mass shooting drill. I cowered behind a desk in my darkened classroom, willing my teeth to stop chattering. I heard “BANG BANG BANG” as a school police officer pounded on the classroom door and jiggled the door handle, trying to get into our classroom.
My legs shook and my heart beat so loudly I felt the vibrations through my body. I knew it was fake, but the trauma of that shooting drill was real. Over the course of my schooling in Illinois public schools, I completed more active shooter drills than fire drills, while gun violence increased year after year.