Today I was trapped in a room with teenagers. It was terrifying.
I was in one of my classrooms after school, prepping for my Slam Poetry Club meeting. I had unlocked the door, and students were trickling in. One of the students, who is notorious for not trying doorknobs, knocked on the door, and said the door was locked. I told them it was open. They said it wasn’t, so I tried to open it from the inside, and I couldn’t.
It just wouldn’t budge.
I had the student push down on the handle from the outside as I pushed down on the handle from the inside, and nothing happened. I then called the Main Office to page for assistance.
“Hi, this is Ms. B in (Room #). The classroom door jammed, and I’ve tried opening it, but it won’t budge. I’m stuck inside a classroom with my students.”
“I’m trapped in an overheated classroom with a bunch of hungry teenagers, and, honestly, this isn’t a good situation for any of us.”
The secretary in the Main Office then proceeded to laugh for about 2 minutes before she realized I was serious.
While the Office was calling for help, I attempted to open the door by putting my key in the inside lock. I had barely moved my key a hair and the inside half of the cylinder (?) fell out, sticking on my key.
Yes. It fell out. On my key.
At this point I’m pretty sure I was in the midst of becoming a Vine star. My students were taping Vines, and, in between capturing the moment, starting to freak out.
One of my students in the hallway saw a janitor and got him to try to help. The door was completely stuck, with the outside half of the cylinder still in the door. Luckily the janitor managed to get the door open, at which point we propped open the door with a desk.
Fast forward a bit, and this was the final solution:
I really hope there’s not a lockdown drill tomorrow.