Attention, Admin, You are Going to Washington, D.C. … Copy?
“Admin, Mr. Rummel, Mrs. Fayad. Admin, you are needed - emergency main office!” the walkie-talkie blared. Mid-evaluation, my assistant principal, Maha Fayad, and I side eye one another and rush out. As we shuffle down the hall we are met half way by our office manager, “Mr. Rummel, there is an issue in the atrium.” “Now?! It’s 20 minutes until the end of the day. Who is it? Kids? Adults?” Light stuttering…