I imagine returning to the days of my youth at John Jay High School in Hopewell Junction, New Yawk and to have one day experienced the moments of a day like you have now; terrifying moments as the events were unfolding. I probably wouldn't've had the disposition to actually think the thought at these moments but the want for a pistol to have magically appeared in my hand at these moments would've definitely been a godsend.
Every single young man and many young women in your school that day at those very moments the shots were being fired could only wish that their Guardian Angel had simply placed a functioning pistol in their hand and with a whisper, "You know what you have to do," and then without hesitation to find an opportunity to obtain proximity to aim and to shoot several projectiles which would immediately stop the behavior of Mr. Cruz.
READ: there is nothing wrong with you. There is no reason any Junior or Senior high school student cannot have a pistol in school. You've learned a martial art skill that cripples or kills but cannot own a firearm?
"Esteemed" legislators across America wrote those laws stating no guns in schools. Problem is there is nothing wrong with you to have them think and then to write such a law towards you. Every one of those legislators in every State of the Union responsible for writing and enacting those laws knows perfectly well that the mischievous will not obey this law at their moment of mischief and will do whatever is on their mind with a gun anywho's. They all know that these types of laws will have absolutely no practical, deterrent effect to halt catastrophe: none whatsoever. They also realize and are careless that many good and upstanding citizens will only be harassed by these type of feckless laws spit upon the land. Because of these laws you today will be suspended, expelled, and arrested to confinement from the school grounds simply for a self-serving want for self-protection by bringing a gun to school. Inherently the law implies or infers there is something "wrong" with every stereotypical, law-abiding citizen's want to protect themselves in this manner. Were you a fourteen-year-old martial artist with the skill to maim and to kill would you act irresponsibly with this skill simply because you now have the capacity to do so, too? Our legislators may be educated and thus deemed "smart" as they navigate through the complex legal systems they have established but they are not too swift in the practical social skills solutions department.
Police are necessary, butt …,
Just take care of yourself, first. Were I a Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School student today I know exactly what I would do after this last incident: I would purchase a personal protection firearm of my own. Then I would challenge those laws with no guns in school. Take steps to make Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School known as the first in the State that rescinded those garbage can, worthless laws enacted by very "smart" people with less than honorable skills in the social skills department. Perhaps I'd also find a way enabling myself and other students of my caliber to learn to "quietly" carry concealed while on school grounds. This only (I know I'm young but …!) a band-aid upon my mind after what happened, for the trauma of the events, and the salve of confidence I'll need for the next several months to feel good about myself and the world around me. I would feel a want to …? I must do …? something.
Perhaps those legislators who enacted the No Guns In School law do not cause you to feel inferior and helpless in the way I describe? And so I imagine you at seventeen, eighteen years of age looking into the mirror and truthfully saying to yourself you might actually be irresponsible?
Students of Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School, my take? take the time and do your homework to find a pistol you like, perhaps on the internet. Talk to a gun store operator, and then purchase a weapon. Spend some quiet moments alone in your bedroom with that gun lying on your bed. Quiet time, alone, just you perhaps for a spell to finger the metal and the machine's components. Why someone thought to put those pieces specifically the way they are, where they are, in the first place …, eventually to contemplate upon what you are now getting yourself involved with. You are taking a path where you will grow up a bit faster. Your childhood days are over anyway, correct?
A kiss on your forehead. So it does go.