Is this the Semester of Doom or what? I had just been handed my graded test in Biology (95%, thanks) and was trying really hard not to cough up a lung from the exertion of leaning forward when the lights went out. All over campus. All, in fact, over the neighborhood. So for the second time in two weeks classes were cancelled. At least this time I was happy about skipping class. My professor is a tedious lecturer so I have a terrible time staying awake even though the material we cover is fascinating. Also, the decongestant had started wearing off, and the cough suppressant had no apparent effect, so I was kind of miserable.
I'd positioned myself at the very back of the class in voluntary Coventry in an attempt to keep my germs to myself instead of sitting two rows back like normal. I regretted it the minute the lights went out. It wasn't much fun staggering down several long, extra wide steps in total darkness once the professor dismissed us. At least the emergency lighting was working in the stairwells and hallways. Unfortunately, there were no lights in the parking lot -- a typically huge college parking lot -- and so a couple hundred students wandered around looking helplessly for their cars trying to recognise them under a moonless sky.
Maybe I gave my community college a more appropriate nickname than I realized when I dubbed it Wuthering Heights CC. First we had passion gone wrong, or possibly revenge, with the bomb threat. Then we had forces of nature out of control with the downing of several important transformers tonight. I can't wait to see what happens next. Maybe a ghost will come wailing and scrabbling at the window. I hope it shows up in Biology. I could really use the diversion.
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