Blizzard Perspectives: Redeeming a Really Bad Disaster Vacation

By Molly Boehler

It was a freezing Friday morning and I was snuggled up in my Winnie the Pooh comforter. I walked out to the living room where my mom was sitting with her bowl of oatmeal watching the news. My dad then popped out of the kitchen saying, “Good morning Sunshine! How was your slumber?” I responded by telling him good morning and then answering his question by saying it was good but now I’m really hungry. He was in the middle of saying, “Oh!  I will make you eggs and toast if you would like them…” when VROOM. The electricity went out…for the next 27 hours.

At first, I felt really lost and didn’t know what to do with myself. I started going into this deep boring depression and I wasn’t sure what I was going to do with no power, no hot water, no gas stove, 17% on my phone, and both of my doors blocked by 2 ½ feet of snow. I had this state of mind that I was on a really bad disaster vacation with my mom and dad.  I tried to nap, but couldn’t; I tried to dance, but that was impossible without music; I tried to do my homework, but I had no motivation and needed a computer, which I couldn’t use. So I ended up reading a lot. I read the newspaper, I read the Bible, I read cereal boxes, and I finished my required book for English. And by the end of the 27 hours of not having power, 7 were spent reading. The other 20 I spent drawing, coloring, sleeping, and playing endless card games with my parents. But when it all comes together, I didn’t really have mind the power outage. I guess I just needed some warning before it happened.