Just sharing my usual nothingness

It was back in 1998, i was a highschool freshman. Every year we have this fire/earthquake drill. It's just the usual drill, if you hear the bell ring longer than 3 mins you have to go to the field infront of the gates.

I was in my trigonometry class, being that it was my favorite subject, i was sitting infront of the teacher engrossed in our lesson. My teacher suddenly stopped and our room shook. I wasn't sure what was happening around me then. I was too shocked.

The shaking didn't stop we we're at the topmost of our building. Fourth floor without an elevator with hundreds of students. You might probably think i was stupid because i even had time to gather my books in my locker. I told myself i need to save them. I tripped, stepped on, dragged and trampled.

The foundations and posts from our floor started to fall apart..

Walls started to crack.. It felt like it was for hours when in fact it was only for 15mins?30 tops. I managed to get out. But my teacher, she didn't. We we're the last ones to get out. But she wasn't able to because she pushed me and the building collapsed. She was hit by a big block of wall on the head.

I think about 10 students died that time and my trigo teacher.

And i can never forget that moment. The horror. The trauma.

Hence, i became a teacher.