Oh, how I hate fire drills!
The class had a video. I got it started right away. Surprisingly, everything worked the first time. And I had just settled in for the period when an announcement came over the PA. I paused the video...
The principal was doing his usual spiel before a fire drill. But no one told me there was a fire drill...
I pulled out my sunglasses. Looked about for and found the emergency envelope (that every classroom has). And that's when it was time to evacuate.
We followed the crowd. The emergency envelope had a map of where each class was supposed to line up, so I found the spot for our room easily. And I waited. And waited.
No one from my class made it to our spot. Ummm...
By the time the thing was over and we went back to class, I was ready to read them the riot act. Where were they?
"Where were you?"
Turns out that they had no idea where we were supposed to meet. And since I hadn't known there was a fire drill, I hadn't had time to do my usual spiel about the purpose of these things and where we were to line up.
Okay, then. Time for a "learning moment".
Me: "So, we're in a real emergency, and you have no idea where to meet your teacher. How might you figure out where your teacher is?"
When I put it to them like that, several came up with good solutions. They were freshmen. I don't think they had considered the issue before.
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