Yes. I even had them in preschool, and throughout high school but by then the students didn't really do a drill so much as listened to the teacher yammer on about "if this happens this is what we will do and where we will line up and go in the school" blah blah blah. Especially after columbine happened, my mom gave me full permission to fuck off from whatever classroom or teacher I had and run the hell away from the building, even if out a window (several places to essentially open the full window and escape, one was notorious girls bathroom on the 3rd floor, you could climb out and climb down the side of the shop building pretty easily to a weird makeshift alley behind the auditorium and shop classes in basement.
Several times when these "drills" happened I just fucked off and left school cuz fuck that, it disrupts the day, no learning happens anyways and Im not fucking cattle, I'm here to fucking learn or i'll go do something better with my time.
Then we had similar drills for tornadoes. We had to get under our desks or all line up along a certain wall and get on our knees facing the wall all in a line, bend over and stick our heads between our knees. I"m not sure exactly what that was supposed to do.
When I was in 2nd grade in around 1991 or so, they started this thing that the last student to leave the room for a tornado (by then they were putting us somewhere else than a classroom) that the student had to crack or half open a window, because soemthing that tornadoes cause air pressue and makes windows break. Yea my family was rural and we knew storms and we knew that was bullshit, and because my last name is at the end of the alphabet and sat in the back corner i was picked/voluntold. My mom, who hated teachers unions, did a full Karen about protecting her kid, it was pretty epic, and they never did that nonsense again. I think it actually may have happened once more but the class bully got to be the last one to fuck with the window, which seemed really common sense and no one liked him and we all hoped he'd die anyways, might as well give him a martyr job
My middle school literally put the entire school in the boileroom once. A bunch of kids got heat stroke because teachers are idiots and just took their damn time corralling all the kids in this, admittedly, neat room that normally we would never see, and of course they're all chatting int he hallway not in the heat. Several students went home sick puking from the classes that went in first, and a bunch of parents got pissed. That was the last time they ever tried that.
It's also one of those memories that sticks with you that Teachers are evil and selfish power hungry people and are in general not to be respected in the slightest. They didn't give a shit that the kids were complaining they were feeling sick and overheating.
When I was really young and on the west coast we had earthquake drills which are similar. My mom taught me to always keep hidden snacks in my backpack in case the ceiling came down and I got trapped waiting for ER personell that at least I'd ahve snacks. LOL.