Fire Drill

Today I am substitute teaching at the high school for an english teacher, Ms. Vince.

It seemed to be going fine.

Suddenly, the LOUDEST, shrillest, most abnoxous sound came screeching across the school!

A fire drill!

Of course I knew earlier.

It was on the board in the teachers lounge.

Do you think I remembered?

NO, of course not!

I have read the instructions for fire drills,

but I totally had no clue.

Do I lock the door? Stop to take my purse? Wait for the kids or run ahead and save myself?

OH yeah, just a drill, I knew that!

As we 'casually' walked outside I heard one of the administrators say,

"it's taking too long!"

Crap, was that my fault? Should I have left the purse?

I did grab the rolls. I remembered something.

But to top it all off, I didn't recognize any of the kids when we finally got outside.

So now what?

I am so glad there wasn't a fire or I might have lost half of my class.

Who do you take roll of if you can't find them?

(Truth...I finally recognized one long haired, hippy (?) skater kid.) WHEW!

I was in the right spot.

"look cool, Lorri. Act like you know what your doing!"

First fire drill down, I think I can handle this.

Maybe next time I will actually lock the door...It only looked like I did!

Shhh dont tell!

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