Love from the Drumming Neanderthal: Chapter 24
Cool random quiz thing.
Would you rather….
1. be able to fly, or breath under water
2. meet your great great great great grandmother or granddaughter
3. have a unicorn or a dragon
4. be rich but ugly, or beautiful but dirt poor
5. learn another language fluently or excel in a difficult new sport
6. meet Martians or celebrities
7. write an amazing novel or star in a wonderful movie
8. have your biggest dream come true, or find true love
9. save the environment or grant world peace
10. send this survey to someone else, or make up your own?
“Hellooo Students and Faculty!” Booms the high-pitched voice of Sir Bigginz. “Sorry to interrupt your classes, but I have an important announcement to make.”
Miss Mugs, our European History teacher gives a bewildered shrug. With a flick, she shuts of the World War I documentary and lifts her eyes to the loudspeaker, where Sir Bigginz voice issues.
“Unfortunately, there has been a slight predicament this afternoon.” continues Bigginz, “News reports are coming in about a dangerous ice storm that has left a good portion of London without power. This causes a few dilemmas, including the shutting down of our train system, and the strong possibility of the storm moving here.”
A soft mummer tumbles through the classroom, Miss Mugs hushes us rudely from between her teeth.
“Because of these incidents, I have declared a school emergency. Classes will continue, but non resident students will not be allowed home until the storm has passed and the trains are back in service. Extra dorm rooms will be opened, and room mates will be assigned for the night. It is expected that students will be able to return home tomorrow. For now, teachers are to continue their lessons. Further announcements will proceed if the situation changes. Thankyou!”
The moment the click from the speaker is heard, signaling the end of the announcements, the buzz rushes through the classroom once more.
“Why do we have to continue classes?” Complains a boy on my right, “Shouldn’t we get the rest of the day off?”
“I know!” Replies his friend, “Do they really think they can get us to work after that news?”
Others around me talk as well. They’re conversations vary from annoyance with the trains, excitement for the night, to concerns about power loss.
“What would happen if the heating system went down?” One kid asks Miss Mugs. She gives a grin, delighted to be part of the conversation, before answering.
“I assume that the head master has made arrangements for the such. But, it is unlikely that such a thing would occur. You see, the power line is not in cohorts with the gas heating system of the building. Although, if the power is out long enough, we may lose the usage of running water.”
Most of the class gives a chatter of excitement, eager to know more. They bombard her with various questions of survival, all of them bickering off one another. That is, all except me.
As soon as Sir Bigginz had turned off the loudspeaker, my brain had also been turned off. My entire senses were focused on one thought; I would need to sleep overnight with a room mate.
In fact, I was so enthralled, that I failed to notice the bell had rung, until Miss Mugs reminds me to leave.
“Remundo, class is over!” She clonks me on the head with a ruler.
“Ouch!” I say, rubbing my head with a scowl.
“You looked to be in some kind of trance.” She plainly states.
“Miss Mugs,” I ask, “Do you know if room mates are optional?”
“Optional?” Snort, “If so, than call me the Queen.”
The remainder of the school day is mirrored to the hectic History class. Every teacher had an opinion on the storm, and every class felt a need to discuss it. When we finally made our way to the dinning hall for dinner, the idea of the emergency had sunk in; although, it was not from the teacher’s lectures, but from the sudden loss of power.
I sit next to Jacob, enjoying my meal of sweet porridge, when there is a loud groan, a click, and an instant black out. The entire hall sat in silence for a moment, before a voice bellows,
“WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!”
Laughter and mutters follow the cry, and Jacob whispers to me.
“Be it John Meyer to make this whole thing a joke!” I see Jacob, through the darkness, point to the scrawny kid that had shouted. “You should have seen him last year during the Halloween Party. That guy can really make a good ghost.”
I can’t help but give a nervous laugh. Although Jacob gives no sign of coldness, I still feel that he may take my father being gay as a bad thing.
Oh, man it’s ten o’clock. Ugh, need to go sleep sleep.
Would you rather….
1. be able to fly, or breath under water
2. meet your great great great great grandmother or granddaughter
3. have a unicorn or a dragon
4. be rich but ugly, or beautiful but dirt poor
5. learn another language fluently or excel in a difficult new sport
6. meet Martians or celebrities
7. write an amazing novel or star in a wonderful movie
8. have your biggest dream come true, or find true love
9. save the environment or grant world peace
10. send this survey to someone else, or make up your own?
“Hellooo Students and Faculty!” Booms the high-pitched voice of Sir Bigginz. “Sorry to interrupt your classes, but I have an important announcement to make.”
Miss Mugs, our European History teacher gives a bewildered shrug. With a flick, she shuts of the World War I documentary and lifts her eyes to the loudspeaker, where Sir Bigginz voice issues.
“Unfortunately, there has been a slight predicament this afternoon.” continues Bigginz, “News reports are coming in about a dangerous ice storm that has left a good portion of London without power. This causes a few dilemmas, including the shutting down of our train system, and the strong possibility of the storm moving here.”
A soft mummer tumbles through the classroom, Miss Mugs hushes us rudely from between her teeth.
“Because of these incidents, I have declared a school emergency. Classes will continue, but non resident students will not be allowed home until the storm has passed and the trains are back in service. Extra dorm rooms will be opened, and room mates will be assigned for the night. It is expected that students will be able to return home tomorrow. For now, teachers are to continue their lessons. Further announcements will proceed if the situation changes. Thankyou!”
The moment the click from the speaker is heard, signaling the end of the announcements, the buzz rushes through the classroom once more.
“Why do we have to continue classes?” Complains a boy on my right, “Shouldn’t we get the rest of the day off?”
“I know!” Replies his friend, “Do they really think they can get us to work after that news?”
Others around me talk as well. They’re conversations vary from annoyance with the trains, excitement for the night, to concerns about power loss.
“What would happen if the heating system went down?” One kid asks Miss Mugs. She gives a grin, delighted to be part of the conversation, before answering.
“I assume that the head master has made arrangements for the such. But, it is unlikely that such a thing would occur. You see, the power line is not in cohorts with the gas heating system of the building. Although, if the power is out long enough, we may lose the usage of running water.”
Most of the class gives a chatter of excitement, eager to know more. They bombard her with various questions of survival, all of them bickering off one another. That is, all except me.
As soon as Sir Bigginz had turned off the loudspeaker, my brain had also been turned off. My entire senses were focused on one thought; I would need to sleep overnight with a room mate.
In fact, I was so enthralled, that I failed to notice the bell had rung, until Miss Mugs reminds me to leave.
“Remundo, class is over!” She clonks me on the head with a ruler.
“Ouch!” I say, rubbing my head with a scowl.
“You looked to be in some kind of trance.” She plainly states.
“Miss Mugs,” I ask, “Do you know if room mates are optional?”
“Optional?” Snort, “If so, than call me the Queen.”
The remainder of the school day is mirrored to the hectic History class. Every teacher had an opinion on the storm, and every class felt a need to discuss it. When we finally made our way to the dinning hall for dinner, the idea of the emergency had sunk in; although, it was not from the teacher’s lectures, but from the sudden loss of power.
I sit next to Jacob, enjoying my meal of sweet porridge, when there is a loud groan, a click, and an instant black out. The entire hall sat in silence for a moment, before a voice bellows,
“WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!”
Laughter and mutters follow the cry, and Jacob whispers to me.
“Be it John Meyer to make this whole thing a joke!” I see Jacob, through the darkness, point to the scrawny kid that had shouted. “You should have seen him last year during the Halloween Party. That guy can really make a good ghost.”
I can’t help but give a nervous laugh. Although Jacob gives no sign of coldness, I still feel that he may take my father being gay as a bad thing.
Oh, man it’s ten o’clock. Ugh, need to go sleep sleep.