We had the good fortune of having a fire drill last week. Quite the experience. The alarms went off in the afternoon and the students kind of meandered out of the school. After stopping to put on their shoes, first.
The students who were in the nurse's at the time had to be put on stretchers to be carried out. Why they were the last to leave the building is unknown to me.
Unfortunately, some didn't make it.
A small fire was set in the middle of the soccer field, and a couple of smoke cannisters were set off to send smoke across the field and into the school lobby. The students must have thought it was a truck full of mosquito repellant because they just walked right through it.
The maintenance man attached a hose and handled the fire.
You might think that's a satisfactory response, but then again you might be an idiot. Heavier equipment was needed.
Gorgeous day, though. Some of my students saw my camera and asked to have their pictures taken. When I held the camera up they all put their fists to their cheeks, or covered their faces with v-signs, or pulled their hair over their faces. This is something else I'll never figure out, along with how everyone in class has a pencil case but only half have pencils and only a tenth have erasers.