Evacuating the School
(As far as titles go, that one would be used by the kids at my school, but its functional, so I'll just shut up)
First, may I just saythat I love out new building, and that I feel really blessed to have it, but we have been ironing out the technical difficulties all year on it, and recently we had a doozy of a problem. The week before this incident, I had been working with a substitute teacher and the water had decided to turn off. Translate that into "no washing hands, no drinks from the drinking fountain, no flushing the potty." For 85 kids.
The following week, but some odd quirk, I am with another substitute, and Tracy- our AMAZING secretary/tour guide/art project prep person/ substitute teacher/ recess superviser/ etc. came to me and says, "There is a stong smell of gas in the hallway and we may need to take the kids outside." At this point the weather is 40s and rainy. Suddenly, the alarm sounds and my kids get in line with a eagerness that would have made Pavlov smile. I herd them onto the parking lot and, when it becomes apparant that we could be out there for a while, we discuss our contingency plan of taking the kids to the church next door. We are given the okay and move them into the other church's sanctuary. I am soooo thankful we worked this out beforehand, for some of our kids (for reasons not really obvious to any of us) came dressed in 40 degree weather in tank tops and shorts. Suffice it to say, we sang, we went potty, we watched Veggie Tales, we found out it was merely the heat being used after not needing it for a couple weeks.
We learned several lessons from this ad have now come up with a better diaster plan, so it was probably a good thing that we had this chance before anything really bad happened. It does occasionally hit me that I am responsible for these kids if we have a natural disaster, fire, school explosion, terrorist attack, attack of killer bunnies (obscure movie reference to Night of the Leapus) parent death or car accident, or anything else that may come along. Scary. But complimentary when one views the trust of the parents.
(As far as titles go, that one would be used by the kids at my school, but its functional, so I'll just shut up)
First, may I just saythat I love out new building, and that I feel really blessed to have it, but we have been ironing out the technical difficulties all year on it, and recently we had a doozy of a problem. The week before this incident, I had been working with a substitute teacher and the water had decided to turn off. Translate that into "no washing hands, no drinks from the drinking fountain, no flushing the potty." For 85 kids.
The following week, but some odd quirk, I am with another substitute, and Tracy- our AMAZING secretary/tour guide/art project prep person/ substitute teacher/ recess superviser/ etc. came to me and says, "There is a stong smell of gas in the hallway and we may need to take the kids outside." At this point the weather is 40s and rainy. Suddenly, the alarm sounds and my kids get in line with a eagerness that would have made Pavlov smile. I herd them onto the parking lot and, when it becomes apparant that we could be out there for a while, we discuss our contingency plan of taking the kids to the church next door. We are given the okay and move them into the other church's sanctuary. I am soooo thankful we worked this out beforehand, for some of our kids (for reasons not really obvious to any of us) came dressed in 40 degree weather in tank tops and shorts. Suffice it to say, we sang, we went potty, we watched Veggie Tales, we found out it was merely the heat being used after not needing it for a couple weeks.
We learned several lessons from this ad have now come up with a better diaster plan, so it was probably a good thing that we had this chance before anything really bad happened. It does occasionally hit me that I am responsible for these kids if we have a natural disaster, fire, school explosion, terrorist attack, attack of killer bunnies (obscure movie reference to Night of the Leapus) parent death or car accident, or anything else that may come along. Scary. But complimentary when one views the trust of the parents.
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