I Have Really Bad Ideas/Luck. Really.
Friday we had our first fire drill of the year. At 9 a.m. Which, admittedly, is better than the ones we have had at 3 a.m., but still. It was rough. These normally take about an hour before we are let back in, so I suggested we go wait at school, buy some coffee, maybe curl up on a bench and get some more sleep since it was still so early in the morning. It seemed like a really good idea. We bought our drinks went and glanced out the window to see if the fire trucks had arrived yet, and saw everyone running back into rez. It had started raining so I guess they gave up on the drill. That’s great - ‘Hey kids, we wouldn’t want you to get wet… that might slow down how fast you burn. Quick, back inside!’
We headed outside, and this is when it first struck me that my good idea had backfired. Now, instead of having to walk ten steps to get back inside rez, we had to cross the entire parking lot. In a torrential downpour (sorry Alisha). On the bright side, we were so thoroughly soaked that at least if the building really were on fire, we would be the last ones to go up in flames (yes, this is me thinking positively). This was not my only plan that backfired that day. Just the night before I had been bragging about how nice it was going to be to sleep in the next morning as everyone else had to get up early, so I can’t help feeling like somehow it was my fault. I really need to practice saying things quietly to myself before speaking them out loud.
