Imagine how delighted I was last night when my main co-T called me at 9pm on a Sunday night.
“Carrie-teacher,” she said slowly. “Maybe tomorrow is typhoon.”
“Yes???” I could barely contain my excitement. Would she say the magic words?
“Tomorrow, no school for students.”
“Really??” I tried to sound cool and uninterested.
“But school for teachers.”
It did occur to me to ask why it was any less dangerous for teachers to make their way to school during a typhoon but I figured the discussion would just lead to frustration. And nothing would be changed, I’d still have to go to school.
The typhoon raged for most of the day. Windows rattled, the power went off and on, lots of trees blew down, and the Taehwa river burst its banks in many locations. It was terrifying to realize that as typhoons go, this one was relatively small.
By the time school was finished for the day, the typhoon was mostly gone. I wandered down to Taehwa Park and the Bamboo forest to see what damage had been done.
I ended up spending a lot more time in the park than I had intended. The river still covered a lot of the bridges and I couldn’t get back to my side of the river without walking all the way back around.