Poem: Feb 2025 Drill by Arika Hendren
Photo Source: Unsplash Feb 2025 Drill Another day, same time, same bell rings. Same faces, fresh ideas, fresh dreams. But it’s not just about another lesson to deliver. It’s an exchange of ideas, me as the giver. Not thirty minutes in, I’ve got their attention, An announcement chimes, the lesson in suspension. A panicked voice comes through the intercom. A sudden urge of qualm. No time to think, must act fast. Close the door, secure the latch. Hover in the corner, barricade the door. Remain...