0:01 We were in the middle of a test when I
0:03 caught a student whispering and pointing
0:05 into his backpack. But just as I was
0:07 about to stand up and bust him for
0:09 cheating, he pulled out something metal
0:11 and black. This kid was known for
0:13 causing trouble and harassing multiple
0:15 girls, one of them being my daughter.
0:16 And since I was lucky enough to teach
0:18 her that year, she was sitting right in
0:20 front of him. I instantly started
0:22 getting nervous. I didn't have a clear
0:24 enough view to be sure what it was, but
0:25 knew I had to get a better look. So, I
0:27 stood up pretending to help one of my
0:29 students. However, the second I got a
0:31 closer look, I realized what it was. It
0:34 was a handgun. My hands started shaking.
0:37 But as I sat back down, I dialed 911 on
0:38 my phone, but knew he'd hear me if I
0:40 even whispered. I knew I couldn't just
0:42 walk out of the room and leave them in
0:44 there. So, I texted our principal,
0:46 praying he'd respond. Sweat was dripping
0:48 onto my desk. And as he held up finger
0:50 guns at her, I knew I couldn't wait any
0:52 longer. That's when I got an idea. I
0:54 looked at that same student and wrote
0:56 her a note that said, "Ask me to use the
0:58 bathroom. Go get the principal. get him
0:59 to check his phone and leave the school
1:01 immediately. And when I handed it to
1:03 her, she could see how terrified I was,
1:05 but without saying anything, she left
1:07 the room. It took everything to hold
1:09 back my tears. But then someone knocked
1:11 on the door. Our principal walked in the
1:13 room, and I immediately saw the kid get
1:15 nervous. The principal walked up and
1:16 asked him, "Could you come into the hall
1:18 with me?" And he stood up with one hand
1:20 still in his backpack. My heart raced as
1:22 he walked past my daughter, but just
1:24 before he finally left the room, he
1:26 stopped. Everyone watched and I saw him
1:28 unzip his bag. My heart stopped, but
1:30 before anyone could do anything, he
1:32 pulled out the gun and aimed it directly
1:34 at my daughter. I yelled, "No, don't."
1:36 And everyone screamed. I ran towards
1:38 her, diving in front of her to stop it.
1:40 I saw police running in behind him, but
1:42 in slow motion, I saw him pull the
1:44 trigger. This was it for me. I heard the
1:46 click and was ready to take a bullet to
1:48 the spleen. But when I hit the ground, I
1:50 felt nothing. The police ran in and
1:52 grabbed him from behind. And when the
1:54 gun hit the floor, I saw he forgot to
