That explains why we had the hide under your desk drills back in grade school. I had no idea there were so many.
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Yeah, about as effective as an ostrich hiding his head in the sand.
In 2nd-6th grade we actually had a shelter underground. The cafeteria-auditorium was designed that way. At least we knew where we stood in those days.
Man, I'll bet that room STANK when it was full o' you little bastards.....
Little kids DO NOT smell good.
I did the same drills, you must be 60 or 61. Ours were pull tthose dark green plastic curtains and duck under the desk drills. Always happened in the afternoon in our evap cooled classrooms.......
I can remember coming in from recess after lunch. Mind you, I grew up in Phoenix where it's pretty warm all school year, and the kids around me stunk worse than me. I was't pleasant, I'm sure.
That "take showers" BS you're talking doesn't meet the standards of back then, I was there.
Once you got home from school, Mom was like "go outside until the street lights come on" and then it was "after dinner, do your homework and get to bed. Don't you dare disturb Daddy." No room for a bath or shower in there for a 2nd thru 6th grader. That shit was reserved for your older siblings with Acne, the ones using that Phisohex soap......
Oh, and "STAY OFF THE PHONE! Daddy is expecting a BIG phone call, the one that will take all of us away from this crappy life!" ............... (Dad slinks out to the store room to have a little nip........)
Showers after Gym/PE were not required until 6th grade in my neck of the woods........ and yes, there was always the weird "assistant coach" until 8th grade, When we went to high school, you figured it out. No "middle school" out was available in those days. 1 thru 8, tough it out, and then, High School, now you're on your own.
Mom and Dad don't owe you a fucking thing. Figure it out. You made it, or not.
OR, you went to college, and then 4 years later, again, Mom and Dad don't owe you a fucking thing. Figure it out.
Those were the days I grew up in. They SHOULD be the days all kids grow up in now. Fucking wimpy bitches. Mine included.