April 2018
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OPINION<br />
UNSUNG<br />
HEROES<br />
by Madeline O’Mahoney<br />
At Stoneman Douglas High School,<br />
Valentine’s Day <strong>2018</strong> will never be<br />
forgotten; however, neither will the many<br />
heroes of that day. As a student, after<br />
evacuating Douglas High School, I was<br />
awestruck seeing the streets lined with<br />
first responders: S.W.A.T., F.B.I., police,<br />
countless medics, firemen, and many<br />
more emergency personal. Since then,<br />
the teaching and administrative staff<br />
have been phenomenal, going above and<br />
beyond in every way, working tirelessly<br />
to ensure that we feel safe and prepared<br />
enough to return to school and<br />
begin healing.<br />
Along with emergency personnel, the teachers should be<br />
counted as first responders. Armed with love, they protected<br />
us against the bullets of a gun. When we were scared,<br />
the teachers stayed strong and competent. They stood in<br />
doorways, ushering in student after student, resisting what<br />
must have been strong impulses to protect themselves as any<br />
other person would in the face of danger. I’ve been told that<br />
to the teachers, we were their children. Not their students, but<br />
their own flesh-and-blood.<br />
While the teachers ushered us into the safety of their<br />
classrooms, our coaches (several of whom work as campus<br />
security during the day) ran directly toward the danger —<br />
something they did without regard for their own safety. If<br />
they paused even a second to consider the danger they<br />
were throwing themselves into, I didn’t see it. They had no<br />
weapons, no chance at a fair fight. However, that did not deter<br />
them from running into the 1200 building. Their reaction was<br />
instantaneous, all-in, and major league heroic.<br />
After S.W.A.T. evacuated us from the buildings, students<br />
poured into the streets. Some of us had been parted from our<br />
cell phones when we were ordered to put our hands up and<br />
flee the building, leaving us without any way to contact our<br />
parents or get home.<br />
What happened on Valentine’s Day is not something that is in<br />
the job description of an educator. They don’t get paid enough<br />
to have to worry about keeping 3,300 kids safe in the face of<br />
immediate danger. Yet everyone, from teachers, to coaches, to<br />
administrators, to bus drivers, to custodians, stepped up to the<br />
plate, looked fear in the face, and with their selfless courage,<br />
became our heroes.<br />
Upon telling friends that I’m from Parkland, I have received<br />
many looks of pity and apologies. What started as an almost<br />
uncomfortable admittance has changed for me. Lately, I’ve<br />
come to feel myself stand up a bit taller and declare that I<br />
am indeed from that school, in that town. This is a wonderful<br />
community that is filled with some of the most dedicated and<br />
resilient people I have ever had the chance to meet. If you aren’t<br />
proud to live in Parkland, you should be.<br />
I am beyond proud to be an Eagle. It is<br />
truly an honor to be surrounded by such<br />
an amazing, loving, strong community.<br />
Thank you, everyone at Marjory<br />
Stoneman Douglas High School,<br />
from your grateful students. You are<br />
our heroes. P<br />
26<br />
APRIL <strong>2018</strong>