Today in school we had an earthquake drill. The old earthquake evacuation procedure involved us leaving the building and walking to a ‘nearby’ park, however when the March earthquake actually struck it became apparent that walking for over 20 minutes through unknown streets was a little silly. The new procedure involves us filing out of the building and into the school’s basketball court, which is considerately nestled between two 7-storey buildings; exactly where you want to be when an earthquake hits. I pointed this out to my teacher, and she suggested bringing a hard hat to school.
This afternoon I had a meeting to discuss my work placement, which will be starting in October. Therefore, even though it was 25 degrees out, I was required to wear a suit, shirt and tie for the occasion. Arriving at the meeting, having partially melted on the journey, I was a little surprised to be welcomed by a lady wearing what can only be described as a pink jumpsuit. As I sat on a battered couch, drinking tea in a Bohemian common room with people dressed for the beach, it was fair to say that I felt a little overdressed. I’m just glad that I wasn’t wearing a hard hat.