Fire in the Bathroom

There was a period of time when one of my school principals had the whole teaching staff do a book study together. Each year, a book or a group of books were selected, purchased and distributed to the staff. I read them all- some with great interest, but most out of obligation.

I had one title in mind today as the fifth bright red fire truck pulled up in front of our campus: Fire in the Bathroom.

The premise was something about getting down to the business of teaching school, even with major distracting factors, both on campus and off. For example, teaching when there was a fire in the bathroom. 

Today, we put theory into practice, from what I'm told. I never got the official word on the cause of our 4:10 pm evacuation, but I heard there was an actual fire in one of our school's bathrooms. Turns out, we don't teach during that event. We evacuate the building. Probably the better call. 

At the very least, it was relatively pleasant out. The sun was shining, and it was brisk, but not out-and-out cold. As a bonus, all the newspapers had been distributed already. I hope no issues of The Hoofbeat were involved in the event. We did hand out a few thousand... 

But alas, we all escaped safely, and the students got the opportunity to begin their three-day weekend five minutes early. The teachers will be in training tomorrow, but we will endeavor to keep the building flame-free all day long. Fingers crossed...