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mackinzieSo, near the end of my Spanish class we're winding down and getting ready to leave...when the lights go out. It's pitch black in the building. Immediately, the cellphones come out so there's some light but it's not enough to really see in front of one's face.
The generator lights kinda come on, flickering and whatnot and we all end up leaving 5 minutes early. We head outside and I start to head to the student center, which is across the street from the building I'm in (the library). And suddenly the fire alarm goes off. I'm like "Wow, huh." and start to go in but it's louder inside (I only get the door open, I don't actually GO in). By now, people are pouring out from various buildings. Appearently, this blackout isn't just regulated to the library: It's everywhere.
Me and a couple of other girls find shelter from the sun under some trees and kind of chat. I go to call my mom, no answer. Soon, firetrucks show up at the building on the right of the library AND the left. And an ambulance. And more firetrucks. Firemen are getting out and getting dressed. Dozens of people are outside the buildings and in the quad.
By now, me and the others are going "What the hell?" The (joking) theory among my little group is that one of the freshmen chemistry students blew up the lab. My cousin, whom works in the electrical department, runs by, and I ask him what's going on.
It seems that someone was digging underground for construction by the tennis courts and cut a power line. That caused a power surge, which made some of the old wiring (Our university was founded in the 1920s) short out. There were fires at the buildings on either side of the building I was in.
I walk with my little group to the science building (this is before we know the full story, just the whole power line thing)where like...50 people are. The news is there. There are firemen everywhere.
And then a guy comes and tells us that classes are cancelled for the day. The news is filming it. And they pan--onto me. So, I might be on the news.
Anyway, By now I've been calling my mom for the past hour. I wander around for a little while trying to decide if I should head home (A 15-20 minute drive) or do something for 5 hours before work. I sit down to think and my spanish teacher is there. We get to talking and appearently it's a good time for a lesson because he's trying to teach me stuff while we're sitting there. Then we talk about Hurricane Rita. His family is in Corpus Christi.
The entire campus is closed. Everybody has been evacuated from all the buildings. Including the dorms. We have 6,000 students. It was...interesting.
Then I head home and I find out my mom's been on the net and so I got call waiting when I called. She's like "What happened?" so I tell her and she checks her cellphone cause I called it to. There are 18 received calls.
Then I watch scooby doo for about 30 minutes before we head to the gas station. It's $2.47. The minute. I'm serious. The frigging minute. The girl is walking toward the sign. The friggin minute we leave, the gas goes up to $2.69.
We get subway, then head back home to see if the incident is on the news (it's not). But we will be getting some stuff from Rita. Not too much. 25 MPH gusts and rain and yadda yadda.
Then we watch a Titanic documentary and I head to work.
Dude.
Oh yeah! I'm getting DSL at home tomorrow!
The generator lights kinda come on, flickering and whatnot and we all end up leaving 5 minutes early. We head outside and I start to head to the student center, which is across the street from the building I'm in (the library). And suddenly the fire alarm goes off. I'm like "Wow, huh." and start to go in but it's louder inside (I only get the door open, I don't actually GO in). By now, people are pouring out from various buildings. Appearently, this blackout isn't just regulated to the library: It's everywhere.
Me and a couple of other girls find shelter from the sun under some trees and kind of chat. I go to call my mom, no answer. Soon, firetrucks show up at the building on the right of the library AND the left. And an ambulance. And more firetrucks. Firemen are getting out and getting dressed. Dozens of people are outside the buildings and in the quad.
By now, me and the others are going "What the hell?" The (joking) theory among my little group is that one of the freshmen chemistry students blew up the lab. My cousin, whom works in the electrical department, runs by, and I ask him what's going on.
It seems that someone was digging underground for construction by the tennis courts and cut a power line. That caused a power surge, which made some of the old wiring (Our university was founded in the 1920s) short out. There were fires at the buildings on either side of the building I was in.
I walk with my little group to the science building (this is before we know the full story, just the whole power line thing)where like...50 people are. The news is there. There are firemen everywhere.
And then a guy comes and tells us that classes are cancelled for the day. The news is filming it. And they pan--onto me. So, I might be on the news.
Anyway, By now I've been calling my mom for the past hour. I wander around for a little while trying to decide if I should head home (A 15-20 minute drive) or do something for 5 hours before work. I sit down to think and my spanish teacher is there. We get to talking and appearently it's a good time for a lesson because he's trying to teach me stuff while we're sitting there. Then we talk about Hurricane Rita. His family is in Corpus Christi.
The entire campus is closed. Everybody has been evacuated from all the buildings. Including the dorms. We have 6,000 students. It was...interesting.
Then I head home and I find out my mom's been on the net and so I got call waiting when I called. She's like "What happened?" so I tell her and she checks her cellphone cause I called it to. There are 18 received calls.
Then I watch scooby doo for about 30 minutes before we head to the gas station. It's $2.47. The minute. I'm serious. The frigging minute. The girl is walking toward the sign. The friggin minute we leave, the gas goes up to $2.69.
We get subway, then head back home to see if the incident is on the news (it's not). But we will be getting some stuff from Rita. Not too much. 25 MPH gusts and rain and yadda yadda.
Then we watch a Titanic documentary and I head to work.
Dude.
Oh yeah! I'm getting DSL at home tomorrow!
