Wednesday, September 17, 2003

If Jefferson ever goes through an actual emergency, it will be hell. Today we had a fire-drill. While the students are to remain in the playground, in the company of their teachers, some of the staff members must be at the request and reunion gates. These staff members will be dealing directly with the parents. The request gate is where the parents will ask for their children, and the reunion gate is where parent and child will come together. Simple, right? No.

Knowing how melodramatic these parents can get, I won’t be surprised to see mothers in there 40s and 50s with their dress stuck to the top of the fence, as they try to climb over it to “rescue” their children. What will I be expected to do at that point? Smack some sense into them with a broom, and get them back on the ground? I really don’t know. Instead of preparing ourselves for this unfortunate situation, my teammates chose to get comfortable… they sat on a bench, under a nice shade.

If “The Big One” has to come in my lifetime, may it come while I’m home, and not while I’m at Jefferson. An earthquake probably won’t kill me, but a mob made-up of paranoid mothers…

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