Drill Day

Today we had drill day.
This means leading 1000 student safely out of the building and walking them up the street to St. Mary's church. This is in case of a fire.
Favorite happenings of the day:
"Miss Boman," said Chris. "Do you mind if I walk with you?"
"No that's fine." I kept watching students. "Get off the grass guys. Off the grass. Josh, where are you supposed to be?"
"Off the grass, so I'm stepping from rock to rock."
"Miss Boman, do you think I would ever walk on the grass?" Chris was walking quickly with his arms swinging wide.
"No, Chris, you would never."
"Whoa, look at my water bottle! There's dots all over it. I'm pretending it is a cell phone. 'Hello, is this search and rescue? Hurry, hurry! Our school's on fire!'"
"That's nice, Chris."
"Miss Boman, did you know I love dragons?"
"Yes."
"I'm pretending that it's the dragons who are setting our school on fire."
From behind us, Nick says, "Chris, our school's not actually on fire. We've been doing these drills since first grade. And your shoes are untied."
"Dragons breathe fire, Nick. They breathe it!"
"Dragons aren't real, Chris," demanded Nick.
"Yeah, Chris. Dragons aren't real," repeated Josh.
"You know, Chris," I said a little later. "If dragons were real, I bet they would have breathed fire on our school just to give us an adventure."
"Yeah," he said. "They're pretty cool."

"I hate boys. I've hated them since second grade." ~Kendra (overheard)

"Don't walk on the grass, Nick."
"I'm not; I'm running on it!"

"Your pants are very brown. And look, your shoes are brown. Whoa, so's your tank top. And your hair is, too. Miss Boman, what's your favorite color?" ~Camille

"Here's a secret just for you. Michelle and Grant are b/f and g/f, aren't you just ROFLing?" ~Hayley

In British accents: "Miss Boman, would it be alright if the three of us stayed outside all day? We'd like to have a chit-chat with nature."

"There's a rock in my eye! Get it out! Get it out!" ~Hayley

I conclude that fire drills are fun. Students enjoy them, and teachers don't let students see it, but we enjoy them just as much.

We also practiced a lock down in which we all had to cram into the corner of a class and keep silent until told to do otherwise. Of course, one of the boys always has to fart in a moment like that. After lock down, we practiced a tornado drill. Students file out to the halls, and they kneel on the floor facing the walls with their hands covering their heads, almost in hindu prayer position. My Math team teacher leaned over to me and said, "We call this our plumbers convention."

So that's drill day.