There once was a school with no fear.
Helter-skelter their plan so I hear.
“Let’s not make a fuss.
Put your kids on the bus.”
“They’ll be fine in the hallway.” Oh Dear!
So, there was a huge mega storm predicted for our state. EVERY SINGLE OTHER COUNTY in the state preemptively called for an early dismal the night before. One even said if you keep your kids home, it will not be counted against them. NOT US. At 10:41 a message went out that said we are not going to dismiss early. Four minutes later, my phone began screaming to seek shelter.
We sat on the floor in the hallway on our knees with our heads against the wall for forty minutes. Later we actually saw photos of a funnel cloud that was 8 miles from here. Currently, a teacher on planning is serving as bookie taking bets on when round two of the storms arrives. Others are betting on how long we’ll be stuck in the building until the storm passes. I saved some of my lunch in case of the latter.This is the true March Madness.
Hopefully, though, it will miss us and stay away until after the bell, and we are all home safe and sound – even the teachers with one-hour long drives towards the impending band of angry clouds.
Btw, the aforementioned poem was written in my head while on my knees during that tornado drill – wait, what do you call it when it's not a drill but not actually a tornado?
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