As a kid I remember the first Fire Drills, kind of scary the first time. “What if the school burned down?” does spook a kindergartener. By the time first grade rolled around we didn’t take it seriously because we were coming into the age of immortality. Moving to MO for high school brought “Tornado Drills” into my range of preparedness.
Just a few minutes ago I walked into my youngest sons Elementary school, springing him early from his usual afterschool programs and saw all 100 kids lined up against walls, crouching away from windows. “Oh, Tornado drills?” I ask.
Nope..”Sniper Drills”. Shit, now what. I asked if this had to do with the Monrovia Nueve Vario vs Duroc Crips gang warfare here in town that has left one dead, one MHS Student wounded (unrelated incidents) and several others with bullets in their walls in recent weeks. “Now, you know I can’t answer that”.
Welcome to LA. We don’t teach our kids dodge ball but we teach them to dodge bullets.