Ah, What a Day! (Hurricane story)

Here’s what students at FGCU did when Hurricane Irma canceled classes in September: They flicked on a light switch expecting the light to turn on; they checked their phones for internet (just in case); they picked up a book for the first time in years; they held a conversation with their parents; they got annoyed by their parents; they adopted a new puppy; they took boredom naps; they remembered all the times they took air conditioning for granted; they wondered who was the great genius behind colonizing a giant swamp; they wondered why anyone would move to Florida; they wondered about how the pioneers lived in the hot Florida summers with long dresses; they craved foods that they had no access to like Chick-Fil-A; they wondered when classes would start; they fantasized about a shortened semester; they ran out of hurricane snacks because they ate them all before the hurricane; they felt humbled; they realized other countries lived without power, Wi-Fi and water every single day. Still, they cursed at FPL; they screamed — PISS OFF! — to one too many mosquitos; they sat outside on their driveways to catch a rare afternoon breeze; they used buckets of stored water to shower; they realized how bad ass Floridians were to stay for a category 4 hurricane (although they’d never do it again); they hoped the hurricane would scare off snowbirds; they realized they had too much time to think, and regrets creeped in; they wondered if electricity would ever come back, and they never wanted to experience anything like this again.