I was in the sixth grade at Visitation Valley school in the southeast part of San Francisco. The class was ready to go to lunch when the building shook real hard and what seemed like a long time. We all dived under our desks....several girls were screaming or crying. The teacher told us to line up and go out in the play yard for a while. Soon after that we were told to go home because the school had to be inspected for safety. My Dad drove me out to Lake Merced to see the big hole in the road way.