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The Rise and Fall of Rita


Trishna’s Tidbits
Modern Musings by Trishna Buch

Hurricane season is upon us once again! If you would like a detailed review of this season, please take a look at our front page in today’s issue. Despite living in the south for 19 years, I have only experienced one hurricane personally. That was Hurricane Rita in 2006 and my experience with it was less of a fright, and more so interesting and entertaining.
Let me explain.
The first I heard about the hurricane was during gym class. I hated gym and when my teacher was taking a long time to come out of her office and start the class, I couldn’t help but be excited. After all, we only had an hour long class and the longer we waited, the shorter the class.
Once the teacher came out, she didn’t tell us to head to the gym like she normally does once we have changed into our gym clothes. Instead, we gathered around her office in the tiny locker room and heard her say “there is a hurricane coming. The school is closed and you are all going home. Don’t come to school tomorrow. Pack up your things and get out.” There was a moment of silence before we all started cheering. That’s right—we were all thrilled this hurricane was coming, because we got to miss school. Such are the priorities and innocence of children.
That evening my parents told my sister and I that my dad had to stay behind to close up his plant—he worked at DOW Chemical—but that my sister, mom and I were going to San Antonio. We started packing up our items and choosing which ones to leave behind, with the knowledge that they may not be there when we return. In fact, at the time, we thought our house wouldn’t be around either; that is how severe the storm had become. I had made sure to pack all of my Harry Potter books and my favorite movies; but I made sure to leave behind all of my school textbooks. “They can get destroyed” is what I told my mother.
When we started our drive to San Antonio the next morning, tension was high. We knew that everyone was evacuating the same time as us, so we expected there to be heavy traffic all over the interstate. And this was the first time my mom was driving, since my dad normally did the bulk of the driving and he was not there this time. But, luckily, we managed to make it to San Antonio—without incident—in four hours. Once we arrived, it turned into a holiday for my sister and me, since we were at our cousin’s house and were having a great time just spending time with family. We managed to get in contact with our father, who told us he had reached his safe zone with his coworkers and that was just the icing on the cake. We were all safe and now the only thing the hurricane would destroy were material things that were easily replaceable.
But, miracle of miracles, the effects of the storm were hardly felt near to where I used to live. We were able to go back—again without incident—to our home, our items and—to my slight disappointment—my school textbooks.
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