It was quite a morning! Not the usual routine of dropping my kid off at school and cruising home. When I went to my daughter's middle school, smoke was pouring out of the building. The school was on fire!
"Get back in the car!" the principal was shouting. "No drop offs!"
I was directed to a safe location, outside, where students and teachers were waiting. My daughter exited the car with a pile of books and croissants (for her French class fete). Of course the croissants spilled out of the package, onto the ground as she got out, adding to the chaos.
"Keep moving," one of the teachers instructed. So I couldn't even stay to make sure she'd be okay. The fire trucks screamed in as I left the school property. I only hoped my daughter was in good hands!
Later, she called. The administration had moved all the students into the nearby high school gymnasium. The problem was an electrical fire due to construction at the school. So now my daughter is sitting in a gym with about 800 kids. I was going to pick her up, but she said she'd rather stay, since I wasn't allowed to bring her friends home, too.
On the bright side, at least she has food, even if it is a little sprinkled with dirt!