Disaster area
Sep. 13th, 2005 11:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beetigerThere was a little "parents' night" at Rhys' preschool this evening, a chance to meet the teachers and hear the school's philosophy and review the kids' schedule and tell us how sweet the kids are and such.
A rather large part of the discussion centered around procedures should there be an emergency at Indian Point, our friendly neighborhood nuclear reactor. They handed us forms to fill out telling them whether or not they had permission to give our child potassium iodide.
Apparently the county's idiotic evacuation plan consists of sending buses from about half an hour south to pick up the kids, and then driving them to a school about another 20 minutes away in the other direction. The school plans to call us to get the kids in case of emergency and not use the official plan except if someone gets left behind.
I hate that I have to worry about this kind of thing. I hate that it's a sensible plan to just ignore the government plan. There's an "emergency evacuation" bus stop about a mile and a half from my house, on the route from there to most places. I laugh every time I notice it, because I can't imagine anyone in this suburban commuter town waiting for a bus there, while the sirens were blazing.
They do a test of the evacuation of the big building this preschool uses (not the one Rhys is in, the one where they hold the full-day program) every year, and apparently they can empty the place in 40 seconds. If they can teach Rhys to go anywhere with that kind of efficiency in the next few months, I'll be very impressed.
I need to start working on the chaos in my living room soon. One of the biggest lessons in preschool is how to clean up after yourself and put things away promptly, and I'm just not teaching that one at home right now.
A rather large part of the discussion centered around procedures should there be an emergency at Indian Point, our friendly neighborhood nuclear reactor. They handed us forms to fill out telling them whether or not they had permission to give our child potassium iodide.
Apparently the county's idiotic evacuation plan consists of sending buses from about half an hour south to pick up the kids, and then driving them to a school about another 20 minutes away in the other direction. The school plans to call us to get the kids in case of emergency and not use the official plan except if someone gets left behind.
I hate that I have to worry about this kind of thing. I hate that it's a sensible plan to just ignore the government plan. There's an "emergency evacuation" bus stop about a mile and a half from my house, on the route from there to most places. I laugh every time I notice it, because I can't imagine anyone in this suburban commuter town waiting for a bus there, while the sirens were blazing.
They do a test of the evacuation of the big building this preschool uses (not the one Rhys is in, the one where they hold the full-day program) every year, and apparently they can empty the place in 40 seconds. If they can teach Rhys to go anywhere with that kind of efficiency in the next few months, I'll be very impressed.
I need to start working on the chaos in my living room soon. One of the biggest lessons in preschool is how to clean up after yourself and put things away promptly, and I'm just not teaching that one at home right now.
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Date: 2005-09-14 02:33 pm (UTC)