I had an entire post planned out for Saturday, but somewhere in the midst of the storm and my writing it, the Wi-Fi went down and now I don't have any. Currently at Amelia's house using hers, yeah, true story. They forced us by the reigns into school today, insisting that everything would be fine, but half the school flickered out by second period. By fourth, the power was completely gone.
Since Carly, Carrie, Jenna, and I were filming a Health class video in the Foods & Nutrition room downstairs we had to go back up to the lecture hall in the dark. The huge rectangular hallway lights spasmodically blinked and threatened to shut off any minute.
The teachers were just as confused as the students. They poked their heads out of classrooms and glared from behind closed doors. My crafts sub incessantly flirted with the senior boys, and Jamie & I worked on a picture for our lacrosse coach in the back corner.
"You have to paint the 30 red, white, and blue!" Jay hissed.
Carrie mumbled something as I shot a look at her, attempting to dab at the already-dried blue paint. "Get me more, then."
As we showed the picture to Mel before third period, I peered down the hall to see a boy opening his locker with the assistance of a janitor holding a flashlight up beside him. Mel laughed and muttered something incoherently as we pointed out the boys' coach, a smudged black dot who was angrily storming onto the field, yelling at us for taking up his boys' field time.
By the time it was 11:30, our vice principal was ushering us urgently out of the building, yelling at everyone to evacuate now. I was nearly pushed down the concrete steps out front, but my friend caught me just in time. Sucks to know that I almost became a Chelby-pancake.
PLUS, the originally-scheduled half day for tomorrow was cancelled. Which blows. But I guess we'll all just deal with it like the 'mature' high-schoolers that we're supposed to be.
Since Carly, Carrie, Jenna, and I were filming a Health class video in the Foods & Nutrition room downstairs we had to go back up to the lecture hall in the dark. The huge rectangular hallway lights spasmodically blinked and threatened to shut off any minute.
The teachers were just as confused as the students. They poked their heads out of classrooms and glared from behind closed doors. My crafts sub incessantly flirted with the senior boys, and Jamie & I worked on a picture for our lacrosse coach in the back corner.
"You have to paint the 30 red, white, and blue!" Jay hissed.
Carrie mumbled something as I shot a look at her, attempting to dab at the already-dried blue paint. "Get me more, then."
As we showed the picture to Mel before third period, I peered down the hall to see a boy opening his locker with the assistance of a janitor holding a flashlight up beside him. Mel laughed and muttered something incoherently as we pointed out the boys' coach, a smudged black dot who was angrily storming onto the field, yelling at us for taking up his boys' field time.
By the time it was 11:30, our vice principal was ushering us urgently out of the building, yelling at everyone to evacuate now. I was nearly pushed down the concrete steps out front, but my friend caught me just in time. Sucks to know that I almost became a Chelby-pancake.
PLUS, the originally-scheduled half day for tomorrow was cancelled. Which blows. But I guess we'll all just deal with it like the 'mature' high-schoolers that we're supposed to be.
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