It was literally BAM! summer yesterday... It was almost 90 degrees and about a thousand percent humidity. It was disgustingly sweaty (no air-conditioning). My tie-dye t-shirt stained my armpit blue (oddly, just one of them). Two of the split air conditioning units in the library behind, turning the main entrance into a waterfall and soaking the carpet (but luckily no books). The kids had a fun last day of movies and crafts and food, and then we waved them off outside as the skies darkened ominously behind us.
A thunderstorm rolled in that was so violent it was bananas... There were sheets of water (can't even call it rain) and the wind was incredible-- it was like a brief hurricane.
What it was was a microburst. It took out so many trees and power lines, blocking roads and crushing houses and cars in driveways.
But we had the 8th Grade Luau, the final send-off for a class that had most of their middle school experience interrupted, so many things cancelled, so this was not going to be cancelled too. Despite sirens everywhere and no power to the school, we still cheered on the students as they arrived and pointed them to the gym where the PTSA had set up games and food and then they could pelt the principal with water balloons on the way out. It was surreal, but also an appropriate end to a bonkers pandemic year.
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