For about a year in high school, I was part of the Willoughby Police Department's Law Enforcement Explorers. I had been interested in forensics since middle school and thought that this explorer group would give me a chance to learn more. Unfortunately, we mostly just sat in a stuffy room, half-listening to a cop talk to us about cop stuff, none of which I can recall today.
For most of the kids, the highlight of the entire class came on the last day - a trip to the police range for a chance to shoot a gun.
But I sat alone in the classroom that day, hiding my fear behind a bluster of "guns are bad" rhetoric. It was years before I regretted it.