Preparing for Disaster
As I sat at my desk wearing my navy blue uniform over my pressed white blouse, the alarm sounded in my third grade classroom. We immediately set down our pencils, stood up, and silently fell in line to begin our procession down the hall and our march down the stairs to the basement of St. Frances Cabrini School. One by one we knelt on the shiny cool waxed floor along the wall of beige tile blocks. We bent forward, covered our heads with our hands, and waited. As an 8 year old I did not understand that I was a
