I love Christmas, but I hate winter! When I got up this morning it was 25 degrees below zero outside, I won't even whine about the windchill, it was just plain awful. Over the weekend we got over 13 inches of snow. I don't mind snow, if it's just snow and no cold to go with it, but this is ridiculous! I do however like pictures of post storm havoc. This one is off the south side of the roof of my house. The day before we had wind gusts to 40+ mph out of the north west, and this is what happens. No, school was not canceled this week. School has never been canceled here since Miss 15 started. It was called off once during Mr 19's (formerly Mr 18) school career though.
Speaking of Mr 19, he had an interesting experience this weekend. Due to the storm he stayed on campus all weekend. The storm hit his city early Sunday morning and left them with a big dumping of snow and lots of cold weather. Since he can't plug his car in (if you don't understand what I mean by that, you live too far south!) he has decided it best not to start it until the temperatures get above zero, so instead he and his room mate walked to get a meal. Brrrr!
After he went to bed Sunday night, and just an hour past midnight the fire alarms went off in his dorm. He lives on the ninth floor, no elevators during a fire alarm. By the time they got to the bottom floor there was an awful smell. A sewer pipe had burst, and flooded the basement of the dorm. Gross! School officials hustled the students out the door of the dorm, in minus 40 degree wind chills and wearing only their pajamas, and ran them to the nearest dorm to sit in their commons area until Mr 19's dorm could be cleaned up. It took all night. The students got back into their dorm at 11 a.m. the next day. It's finals week.
3 comments:
omg...when it rains it pours! at least he wasn't one of the people who had to clean up that mess, but was miserable nonetheless (is that one word or not?) i'm sure.
That. just sucks.
Sorry, Mr. 19. That totally blows.
Yuck. What a nightmare. I know (sort of) how he feels. When I was living in the NYU dorm, people used to pull the fire alarm all the time in the middle of the night. So at 3 in the morning, we'd be standing on a sidewalk in Manhattan, waiting for the fire department to come and tell us that it was yet another false alarm. I forget how many floors there were in the building (lots), but I know we were out there for a long time while they checked every room on every floor. I remember one week when it happened 3 times - by the 3rd night, we were ready to grab a blanket and sleep on the sidewalk. -j.
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