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You Know the Drill

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I have mentioned before in one of my earlier projects that individuals with Asperger's or high-functioning autism have acute sense of hearing or sight, and can get upset over loud noises or brightness. Remy Fox is one of them.

At the start of each month, Remy's school prints out a calendar sheet to show what is scheduled for the weeks ahead, whether it's staff meetings, special events, parent-teacher conferences or even fire drills. 

The fire drill for November was posted for 9:45 on Tuesday morning. Remy hated loud noises and did not want to be inside when it went off. At 9:30 Remy got up from his desk and asked his teacher if he could go outside the back of the school and wait for it to go off there. His teacher knew about his diagnosis and told him he could, but he had to stay by the school.

Remy went out the back entrance towards the lunch tables. It was cold, but he didn't mind. He covered one ear and looked at his watch: 9:40. Five minutes. 

He was feeling jumpy and paced around the tables to pass the time and keep warm. At 9:45, as scheduled, the alarms went off around the school. It was not as loud outside.  As the students and staff poured out of the building, Remy meet his class and got in line. When the alarms stopped, everyone went back inside. Remy was relieved. "I made it," he sighed. 
Image size
5152x3864px 5.45 MB
Make
Canon
Model
Canon PowerShot ELPH 160
Shutter Speed
1/25 second
Aperture
F/3.5
Focal Length
7 mm
ISO Speed
800
Date Taken
Nov 16, 2017, 1:54:11 AM
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I HATED fire drills, I too, was very sensitive to the alarms.  I don’t know which one was worse, the ones in middle school, or the ones in high school, the one in middle school was just one long bell ringing noise, in high school, it was three short, but ear-piercing screeching whistle noises.  I never had it in me to tell my teachers about my condition, because the bullies would torment me about getting “special treatment”.