Wednesday, December 12, 2018
They had a study guide for their final. They could use their book and their notes. They were talking but working.
It was a pleasant day. Chilly. (High of about 67 degrees. Hey, that's chilly for SoCal.) Sunny.
It was a find-something-to-keep-me-busy day. I read a submission to my writing group (finished the whole thing).
I was sitting back, watching them work...
Then the lights went out.
There was some confusion, but these were tenth and eleventh graders, so they knew what had happened. They lights blinked on, then went out again. Then the complaints began.
They couldn't work because it was dark.
The door was open. It was a bright, sunny day. While half the windows were blocked, I could see well enough at the front of the room which was the darkest spot. Most of them had a bit more light.
Of course, that was when someone requested the air conditioner. (It was comfortable enough. They really didn't need it.)
The complaints petered out. They continued to work.
It was lucky the assignment was straight up book work. Electricity unnecessary.
But, as the period drew to a close, I realized there was another issue. No electricity, no bells.
However, I know the bell schedule.
At 12:06 I dismissed them. I was not the only one. I saw the students outside, all hustling to class. At about 12:12, I started the next period, and I had no stragglers.
Sometime in the middle of that period, the power came back on.
After school, as we subs were checking out, another sub asked if we had had Lord of the Flies. Nope. But apparently I had lucked out with my group.
(The power outage took out the whole neighborhood around the school. I never did learn what caused it.)