Today was supposed to be the easy day. The calm before the storm of two weeks of standardized testing that begins tomorrow.
Instead, today was the storm. Literally.
Just moments after I commented on the dark clouds gathering outside to my 5th period class, the principal’s voice came over the intercom, announcing the tornado warning.
Instead of an easy afternoon, we spent over an hour trying to keep hundreds of 8th graders, lining the hallways like an endless line of two-legged dominoes, silent and off their phones.
In between “Shushes,” I checked my phone for the most recent updates from my husband, where he was chased down to the basement due to the tornadic activity. Which happened to cross right over our area.
It’s always crazy being the teacher in these situations. We have our own worries, but have to play it cool for the sake of the students. Or hot, in this case, as the hallways have no air conditioning.
Thankfully, the husband, the dog and the house made it through the storm just fine.
Not so much.
They look like the kale after I put it in my Vitamix.
Ugh. Maybe I can convince myself it’s a reason to buy a few more this season?:)
I’m finally home and fed and squeezing my swollen calves with compression stockings.
Here’s hoping that this was the storm before the calm.