Events in Evanston today were exceptionally surreal. Nichols Middle School closed "due to an unforeseen police emergency," according to the school's email. I'll just leave it at that.
With a sudden day off school -- and another planned for Wednesday -- there are hundreds of 6th, 7th and 8th graders (and their families) rearranging their outlooks.
THIS NEVER HAPPENS in Evanston.
Every year, my kids beg for snow days. This never happens in Evanston.
Each year, there's always the "hope" that school will be closed, but this never happens in Evanston.
If word leaks into the house about another school district's closing, my children's agony pours out alongside the milk and cereal. It happens in other places, but it never, ever happens in Evanston.
Today, my middle-schooler had the entire day free, while police, detectives, reporters, City officials, bomb sniffing dogs, and school officials tried to ensure his school was safe.
Our alderman kept our 4th Ward updated on the investigation, even as residents were forced to evacuate their homes as a bomb was detonated near the middle school.
Our City's traffic engineers kept lines of traffic moving and gawkers out of harm's way. Our school district phoned each family twice today and sent numerous emails with updates.
My son had a day off today. He has a day off tomorrow.
This never, ever happens in Evanston.