In Case of Emergency...
Back when I was in school (OK, so it was way back), there were these little red fire alarm boxes strategically placed throughout the building. Their purpose was clearly indicated in big white letters… but, inevitably, as the school year wound to a close… Well, it seemed that someone was always pulling those levers, and no, not because of any actual fire—but rather because some hapless soul had been pressured to create a nuisance, but more commonly just because some upper classman was looking to avoid a test for which they weren’t prepared, or wanted to get outside and enjoy the fresh air. Initially these emergency calls got the expected response, and we all dutifully filed down the stairs and out to our designated areas. And, sure enough, by the time the building was evacuated, the premises sufficiently investigated, and the student body returned to our respective classrooms—well, it left little time for actual instruction, for a period, at leas...