I was trying to get myself yesterday morning when a message came through on my phone:
Ballistic missile threat inbound to Hawaii. Seek immediate shelter. This is not a drill.
I scrambled to put some clothes on, then went into my laundry room, because it is the room farthest from any windows. I texted my coworkers to see if they received the message as well. They did. I spent the next thirty minutes scouring the internet for any information, but couldn’t find anything. It was frustrating.
My coworkers eventually found some info that said it was a false alarm, but the official word didn’t come until 38 minutes later. Thirty-eight minutes of sitting on the laundry room floor with Gus, thinking that a nuclear bomb was going to hit Oahu and start World War Three.
After the all-clear was given, I didn’t go to school and grade like I had planned. I was feeling kind of shaken up. I spent most of the day watching TV and trying to feel normal.