In 3rd grade, one of the teachers in my elementary school accidentally started a small fire in the teacher’s lounge because she left popcorn in the microwave for too long. We found this out later in the day. It was probably 12pm or 1pm, and the fire alarm went off. We were all used to drills and at that time, a fire drill was the best thing that could happen. We got to leave school for a bit, hang out outside, maybe get in some sneaky extra recess if we were lucky. We got to see friends from other classes who were in other lines with their teachers. In the best case, a fire drill could save you from being grossly underprepared for a spelling test. Something about being out in the parking lot for 10 minutes helped me remember how to spell “definitely.”