The Day That Things Went Wrong At School

I was sitting in my classroom on a hot First Term day. I was minding
my own 7 year old business when, out of the blue, our class saw a
group of children race past the window screaming in unintelligible
registers about something that sounded like "FIRE!!!!"

After our teacher ran out of the classroom leaving us stunned and
unattended, it turned out that there was no fire, merely the threat of
a bomb being placed inside the school.
Now ordinarily, when I was faced with a bomb or fire scare I would
just calmly run 200km/p/hr to my Mom (heck I was a 7 year old
Super-Hero… weren't we all?)
But, in this case, she was on the other side of town earning a living,
and I was stuck in the middle of 1987 suburban bomb-induced Chaos.
KAK! S'kies.

The first thing that happened was that we all had to get down under
our tables. After ten minutes of leg-numbing under-table posture we
were shunted back out from under our desks and made to line up. After
enduring our teacher getting us into height order, girl-boy girl-boy
order, making sure that laces were tied, hair was done and belts were
buttoned (if there was ACTUALLY a bomb at least we'd all die
"really-really good looking") and then we made our way, in class order
of course, down to the field – in single file.

We all sat at the far end of the field for roughly two hours - cooking
in the sun and thanking the lord that we were missing maths.

As I recall, we were suddenly and quickly shunted back to class, when
the teachers realised that "the bag" containing the supposed bomb was
in fact under the very same tree that the Class ones were sitting
under…

Ya.

How many "fire escape" and "bomb escape" practices did you have to
endure at school? Did any of you actually ever see a fire at school?
Did any part of your school ever blow up, or was it a ploy for
teachers who didn't want to teach and who needed a tan? Let me know

Keep well

Sands x