So, apparently I need to be checked and signed off on my apparel before I leave the house in the morning. I made it through one and a half periods until the snickering turned into with the varying forms of, “your sweater is on backwards.”
In the space of a couple of days we actually had, not one, but two actual fire alarms at the high school. Pretty interesting stuff you consider we have a fire drill at least every month. The first was your run-of-the-mill elevator shaft filled with smoke because of leaking hydraulic fluid which was dripping onto the elevator motor.