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What is promising is observing how helpful people are when a crisis strikes. Although there are the notorious punks who still refuse to pay attention to the common law of a traffic signal that's out (four way stop, buddy), many people are donating water, ice, radios, and batteries to those without electricity or water supply.
School is cancelled until next Tuesday. Everyone at work is bored out of their mind as there is very little that we can do and we're expected to show up. They tell us to use this time to prepare and get ahead, but whenever the students were only in their classes for four days, it is difficult to assess how far along we can develop lesson plans. I've already learned through their writings that what one expects from an 8th grader and the level that this students are at are entirely two different concepts.
I'm not complaining mind you. We are one of the very lucky ones who only had power go out for three days, and from what I can tell there is only a minor leak problem with, fortunate enough, is in our laundry area, so it's tiled and can cause little damage. Even with showing up at the school, we have Hurricane Hours, which ends up being a measly 9-3 shift with an hour lunch. (I really wish, however, that I could forgo the lunch break and leave at 2PM).
After much insistence, my parents came to stay with us as of last night. They have a power line down in their backyard, with no hopes of gaining electricity until this Saturday, but more than likely, sometime at the beginning of next week. When we drove over there to beg them to stay with us, their house was at a whopping 95 degrees. It was pointed out that it could be much hotter, but that's as high as their thermostat will take it. So, after some convincing, it was settled. They packed up their things and brought their dogs - two Chinese Crested (you know, the freaky hairless kind that look like over sized rats). Our cats are frustrated beyond belief. First they had to endure a weekend with John's parents' dog - Maggie ( a hefty mutt mixed with chow and rot) and now, safe in their own home, they have one dog that is rambunctious and needs ritalin and another than, when insecure, perpetually runs in circles.
But it's good to have the folks over. It feels yet again like a rite of passage. It's nice to feel capable to extend a home to those who gave me so much.
School is cancelled until next Tuesday. Everyone at work is bored out of their mind as there is very little that we can do and we're expected to show up. They tell us to use this time to prepare and get ahead, but whenever the students were only in their classes for four days, it is difficult to assess how far along we can develop lesson plans. I've already learned through their writings that what one expects from an 8th grader and the level that this students are at are entirely two different concepts.
I'm not complaining mind you. We are one of the very lucky ones who only had power go out for three days, and from what I can tell there is only a minor leak problem with, fortunate enough, is in our laundry area, so it's tiled and can cause little damage. Even with showing up at the school, we have Hurricane Hours, which ends up being a measly 9-3 shift with an hour lunch. (I really wish, however, that I could forgo the lunch break and leave at 2PM).
After much insistence, my parents came to stay with us as of last night. They have a power line down in their backyard, with no hopes of gaining electricity until this Saturday, but more than likely, sometime at the beginning of next week. When we drove over there to beg them to stay with us, their house was at a whopping 95 degrees. It was pointed out that it could be much hotter, but that's as high as their thermostat will take it. So, after some convincing, it was settled. They packed up their things and brought their dogs - two Chinese Crested (you know, the freaky hairless kind that look like over sized rats). Our cats are frustrated beyond belief. First they had to endure a weekend with John's parents' dog - Maggie ( a hefty mutt mixed with chow and rot) and now, safe in their own home, they have one dog that is rambunctious and needs ritalin and another than, when insecure, perpetually runs in circles.
But it's good to have the folks over. It feels yet again like a rite of passage. It's nice to feel capable to extend a home to those who gave me so much.