The waters did subside in time for me to get on the 9 ferry. By then, our department secretary had found my stack of exams and distributed them to my students, even found a colleague willing to invigilate them until I arrived. Funny, even after all these years teaching, missing student exams during formal exam period is always a big anxiety of mine. Last Friday, hurrying to campus for my first exam of this Exam Period, I found my back tire flat (we keep our car in a paid parking lot in town, there being no bridge to our island). With only 45 minutes until the exam started, myself with a heavy-ish backpack and the campus 40 minutes' brisk walking away, I called a taxi, then while waiting for it, called my husband who picked me up hours later on inflated tires to whisk me off to Vancouver. Disaster handily averted.
So when I heard the weather warnings on Monday afternoon, I made sure my exams were tucked neatly into exam booklets, all stacked in an easy-to-find spot on my desk, and I made sure our secretary knew exactly where to find them. Tuesday morning, when I learned our ferry wasn't running, I emailed her and set my back-up plan in motion. No disaster here either.
Right now, I'm home marking all those exams. We have another storm raging, powerful waves ramming massive logs against that wee stone promontory you see above, rain pelting down on the skylights I don't stand beneath in case the wind whips a bough off the nearby trees and smashes it through the glass. Drama. But I've dodged disaster twice in the last few days, albeit my own exaggerated versions of same. Today, I think the best place for me is by the fire, finishing up the term's work and perhaps even making a Christmas plan or two . . . .
And once in a while, I'll interrupt my marking to check in with your comments. You can tell me what stormy dramas you've lived lately. Or whether you're anxiety-prone like me and tend to see potential disasters more often than those around you. And whether, if that's so, your anticipatory worrying occasionally ends up being useful, as was mine in the case of my preparations Monday afternoon. . . .Or you can simply Oooh and Aaaah at the drama of those waters. . . . Whatever you write, I'll be reading with interest . . .