About four blocks from our school this morning, at 6:30 a.m., a co-worker called to tell us all schools in the parish were closed. Tornado warnings.
We arrived and answered the office phones for a bit, and helped one early and terrified sixth-grader call home. Our principal explained to us that a tornado sounds like a train, and if we hear that to go to a bathroom (I presume because usually they are without windows... although ours aren't...) on the ground floor and wait.
At home, despite the howling winds, palm fronds sweeping like angry brooms against the house, and an occassional subtle shake of the upstairs... a one-hour nap turned into three, and I dreamed about everything.
Now I am lesson planning like mad. Trying to get ahead of the game (it feels like my first chance to).
Feeling good, caffeinated, crossing fingers for no funnel clouds.
3 comments:
shit carrie! it's like one thing after the other down there. you are a strong person. i fucking admire you. don't let that shit carry you off to the other side of the rainbow, k?
craven...come back to the PNW
its much safer and we know how to rally
tootles
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