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If It's Not One Thing...It's Another

February 26th, 2010 (09:35 am)

current mood: tired

So we finally got our kids back at school, after ten snow days so far this year. This was unusual; we seldom have more than two or three, and many years we have none at all. Then comes this morning. There's no snow falling, unless you count a few flurries. But it's wicked windy out, and has been for the last couple days.

I put my son on the school bus at 7 this morning, straightened up the house, took a shower, and thought I'd go back to bed for an hour, after having been up working last night until 4 a.m. Before I'd had a chance to close my eyes, the phone rang. It was an automated call from the school principal, letting us know that school is closed today and we should keep our kids at home if that's an option. Of course, mine had left 40 minutes earlier and so was already there. Mr. Coleman said kids who came to school would be bused to other schools for the day, and brought back by the usual pickup time. The phones at school were down, so the only way to communicate with the staff about this was to come to school.

I have a lot to do today, so I briefly considered just letting it be. My son was already there and wouldn't be harmed by being sent to a different elementary school for the day. On the other hand, a school couldn't possibly provide a meaningful learning experience for hundreds of extra kids being squeezed into an already-full school for the day, on an hour's notice. So I gave up on my dreams of dreaming, dressed myself, and drove to school to pick up the little guy.

Have you ever walked through a large elementary school during a power outage? We do have natural light in some parts of the school. The kids had all been herded into the gym, which was quite bright because of all the high windows. But much of the school reminded me of a coal mine tour I took a few months ago. It was just plain DARK. In fact, the principal was wearing one of those helmet-lights, like a miner.

The staff was doing an admirable job of keeping the chaos to a dull roar. Most of the kids took it for the adventure it was -- and for an excuse to get out of math class. My son did remark when i picked him up, "I don't think it's such an adventure for Mr. Coleman!" I'm sure he was right about that. And now he has an unscheduled vacation day. Sigh....

Tonight was supposed to be a Family Fun Night at school, including my own program, the Reflections Awards Presentation. We're still up in the air about whether we'll have to reschedule for next week, though I'm guessing we will. I hope the decision is made soon so I know just how frantically I have to work to be ready for it.