When I was in elementary school, we always had to line up in orderly fashion, whether it was a fire drill, atomic bomb practice (!!) or… I dunno…. maybe the sky was falling.
Luckily, it was always a drill, never a real occurrence….
Apparently, nothing would have been allowed to befall us… a burning building would have had to just cool its jets, I presume…. while we were herded into two lines…
with kindergarten classes in front, led by their teachers, then 1st grade, 2nd, etc… and marched to the appropriate location….
outdoors for fire, the basement for bombs and tornadoes.
In Cleveland, my little sister would manage to break free of her class, and somehow find me…. we were sitting in neat rows on the floor of a subterranean hallway… and fling herself at my feet, sobbing wildly.
The teachers attempting to drag her away would finally give up, and I’d sit there, mortified, as she hugged my legs and cried, until a bell signified that the school was intact, and we were marched back to our classrooms.
Later, on an Air Force base overseas, we had no basement…. just long buildings with low roofs and outdoor “hallways”.
So if the drill was for atomic bomb safety…. we went outdoors(!!) and stood in rows, unprotected, in the sun.
Teachers advised us to look away from the blast, and brush any fallout from our clothes with our hands.
When I was in elementary school, we always had to line up in orderly fashion, whether it was a fire drill, atomic bomb practice (!!) or… I dunno…. maybe the sky was falling.
Luckily, it was always a drill, never a real occurrence….
Apparently, nothing would have been allowed to befall us… a burning building would have had to just cool its jets, I presume…. while we were herded into two lines…
with kindergarten classes in front, led by their teachers, then 1st grade, 2nd, etc… and marched to the appropriate location….
outdoors for fire, the basement for bombs and tornadoes.
In Cleveland, my little sister would manage to break free of her class, and somehow find me…. we were sitting in neat rows on the floor of a subterranean hallway… and fling herself at my feet, sobbing wildly.
The teachers attempting to drag her away would finally give up, and I’d sit there, mortified, as she hugged my legs and cried, until a bell signified that the school was intact, and we were marched back to our classrooms.
Later, on an Air Force base overseas, we had no basement…. just long buildings with low roofs and outdoor “hallways”.
So if the drill was for atomic bomb safety…. we went outdoors(!!) and stood in rows, unprotected, in the sun.
Teachers advised us to look away from the blast, and brush any fallout from our clothes with our hands.
Yup.