The great flood, and why my play therapy professor is a dumb bitch
Things in Rhode Island are pretty terrible. The rain that led to all this damage was slow, and there was no wind. This means that unless you are standing next to the wreckage everything seems alright. Trees still stand, flowers are coming up, leaves are budding. But sections of Providence are underwater and without power. Thousands of people are living in shelters or with family. Dozens of roads, including 95 north and south, are closed due to flooding. Roads have bucked and caved in, bridges have been washed away, and cars are stranded in the middle of puddles that look like lakes. Amy and I went on a tour of the damage, and it was surreal. On one hand, we wanted to take in the novelty of it all. This never happens here, it's exciting. On the other hand, as we were taking pictures of the overflowing rivers we were watching people try desperately to bail out their basements while others got to the task of throwing away their ruined belongings. Can something be exciting and heart breaking at the same time?
No one in RI has flood insurance unless you live on the coast. Home owner's insurance doesn't cover this. People in RI are fucked. The businesses here, which were barely hanging on as it was, are especially fucked. Our house is intact, but our road is destroyed. Thinking too much about the cost of repairs makes me ill.
I'm glad I was able to get home from Boston before the highway closed down. I was so angry while I was sitting in the bus station because I had gotten a C on a midterm. For the record, I have not received anything lower than a B on anything I have handed in since I started a Simmons. According to the grading policy a C is a failing grade. I fucking failed my midterm. The prof is new, and young. I honestly think this is her first class. The assignment she gave us and the assignment she graded for ended up being two completely different creatures. I wasn't the only one who had trouble. She's letting me rewrite it, but still... I have a meeting with my advisor tomorrow to discuss this.
Of course, I couldn't stay enraged after I got the message from Amy giving me a heads up about the conditions back home. After that I was mostly just worried. I'm glad that everyone I know is alright, and that just about everyones homes made it out intact. But I feel like people aren't worried enough about what is happening here. Maybe it's because the sun is shining and the birds are singing. Don't be fooled, though. Things are pretty terrible down here.
No one in RI has flood insurance unless you live on the coast. Home owner's insurance doesn't cover this. People in RI are fucked. The businesses here, which were barely hanging on as it was, are especially fucked. Our house is intact, but our road is destroyed. Thinking too much about the cost of repairs makes me ill.
I'm glad I was able to get home from Boston before the highway closed down. I was so angry while I was sitting in the bus station because I had gotten a C on a midterm. For the record, I have not received anything lower than a B on anything I have handed in since I started a Simmons. According to the grading policy a C is a failing grade. I fucking failed my midterm. The prof is new, and young. I honestly think this is her first class. The assignment she gave us and the assignment she graded for ended up being two completely different creatures. I wasn't the only one who had trouble. She's letting me rewrite it, but still... I have a meeting with my advisor tomorrow to discuss this.
Of course, I couldn't stay enraged after I got the message from Amy giving me a heads up about the conditions back home. After that I was mostly just worried. I'm glad that everyone I know is alright, and that just about everyones homes made it out intact. But I feel like people aren't worried enough about what is happening here. Maybe it's because the sun is shining and the birds are singing. Don't be fooled, though. Things are pretty terrible down here.