soul log

I wake up. I brush my teeth. I eat. I bike to school. I go to my classes. I eat lunch. I go to my classes. I bike back home. I eat something. I swim. I eat dinner. I write. I learn math. And then I sleep. Repeat.

Routine is great. Most of the time. But sometimes it is just so boring.

So you could imagine my joy, the hundreds of students also standing in the biulding, and the teacher’s dismay when the power went out.

The long hallways had their lights turned off. The ones at each end went first, and it was like somebody was clapping their hands together: when they were finally in the middle, all the lights had gone out.

It wasn’t very dark. There were a lot of windows in the school, and I happened to be standing on the second floor. I didn’t even realize something had happened. But then yelling came from below the hallway. And then somebody screamed on the second floor.

And then the whole school rumbled.

I found myself the only one standing still in the middle, starring at everyone who started screaming. Somebody yelled “The power’s out!” and that was when I realized the power had stopped.

That afternoon, it stopped again in the middle of class.

The teacher was talking, and suddenly the lights went out. I assumed it was because the teacher had turned off the lights.

“Stay calm,” the teacher said, “It’s all right. Nothing happened.”

I assumed somebody had fell and the teacher had told everybody to stay still.

“The lights will come back on in a few minutes.”

And that was when I realized the power had gone out. (I would say I’m a slow reactor when it comes to power outages).

That afternoon, the power went out one last time. I was walking in a back hallway, the area where the computer labs were.

The lights went out, and I went “power outage”. I knew by now.

And someone inside the computer lab moaned.

“MY POWERPOINT!”