After about 90 minutes in the museum, I hurried towards the second floor (the end of the exhibits) just in case there were any students at the end finished with the museum. I saw a bunch of students and a few chaperones hanging out and waiting for the rest of the group to finish. They were sitting on the second floor landing overlooking the main open atrium of the museum. I was planning to head downstairs to the first floor to check out the propaganda exhibit when I noticed another new exhibit on genocide near the main staircase. I was there for about 10 minutes when I heard a loud booming sound. At first, it sounded like something had collapsed. Then I heard - boom. boom. boom. boom. It still didn't register in my head what the sound was until I saw group of people and one of my students running towards my way. My student was quite frantic - almost hyperventilating. I stopped her and asked what was wrong. She said that someone was shot. I thought she was overreacting. Little did I know, she was hanging out at the second floor landing and saw people on the first floor fleeing from the entrance of the museum and hitting the floor to take cover. People hid under benches and anything they could find. I did not know anything though since it just happened and no guards were telling us what was going on. Seconds later, I then looked up again and saw a larger group of people running towards our direction. My natural instinct? Run. I took my student's hand and ran towards the back of the exhibit. How else was I supposed to act? Was there a gunman running after them and towards our direction? Who knows, right? So, I ran. We didn't run too far until I realized that at the moment, we were "safe". I remained calm and try to help my student who was on the verge of tears to stay calm. I tried calling the other chaperones, but no one was picking up. As we were waiting, we could hear people yelling through the walls. We couldn't make out what they were yelling about though. We later found out it was the guards yelling at people to get down because the situation was not under control. Then, I got a call from another student saying she was in the candle room close by, and she was with only one other student and no chaperones. I told her I would try to meet up with her. I went back to the entrance of the genocide exhibit which leads to the second floor landing, but the guards didn't allow me to cross over. I called my student back and told her to stay calm and don't move unless told to.
Thoughts ran through my head - Why isn't anyone answering their phone? Are all the kids ok? How am I going to find everyone? Are we going to be in a hostage situation? About 5 minutes later, a tourist who was on her phone said aloud, "They want us to leave the museum now." Again, if you notice, NO ONE told us what was going on or whether or not we were safe. I grabbed my student's hand and ran towards the entrance. Guards were yelling at us to hurry down the main staircase and out the back exit of the museum. Running down the main staircase was probably the scariest part of this whole ordeal. The guards were just yelling at us to run down the stairs towards the direction of the scene of the crime and out the building. They did not tell me that we were safe or that everything was under control (which it was), so I was just quickly running for my life since I had no idea if they had the gunman or gunmen. We ran out of the building and we saw ambulances, fire trucks, DC police, FBI, CIA, everyone was there. Tourists were just running in all sorts of directions. I was relieved when I saw one of the chaperones standing on the corner who quickly told us that we were all gathering by a tree across the street from the Washington Monument. As I was crossing the street towards the tree, still holding onto my student's hand, I saw many of our students crying. Tears welded up in my eyes, but I knew I had to stay strong.
Many of the students were crying and very upset. Some of the students were actually on the first floor and very close to the scene. Those students and the ones who were on the second floor landing had to actually hit the floor in fear of stray bullets. Some students had to hide while other students could see from the top floors the scene on the first floor - everyone on the ground and security guards taking out their guns. All students were ordered to call home and tell their parents they were safe. All chaperones had to speak to the parents as well to inform that everyone was safe and that everything was under control.
To make a long story short, we ended up cancelling our college visit to Howard University and hopped back on our bus to go to lunch. Afterwards, we went back to the hotel and debriefed with students. The students and chaperones gave shout outs to each other for the support, love, and care that we showed each other during this ordeal. A teacher shared a poem she had written on the bus about the situation that ended along the lines of - "What can you do in the face of hate? The only thing we can do is love." We also found out at that moment that the security guard who was shot in the torso died. We took a moment of silence.
When I look back at what happened that afternoon and read the newspaper articles, it still boggles my mind that I was there. Out of all the places I could've been, I was there at that moment. Thank goodness I am safe, and that all the students and chaperones on my trip are safe.
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