so last night at approximately 11:15 pm, my electricity suddenly went out. now this has happened several times before, the longest stretch lasting about a half hour. i was annoyed, but not concerned. i waited it out. and waited... and waited... until, finally an hour later i realized that it wasn't coming back on. i went on my porch and saw lights from the apartments of other people on my floor. hmm.... i immediately went to the fuse box. i'd never really paid attention to it before and was surprised to see that it looked strikingly similar to an american-style fuse box. not the scary ones that peace corps showed us pictures of during training and strictly forbade us to touch (complete with hazard warnings of possible electrocution). however, because of the administration was SO adamant about not trying to do it yourself, i must admit that i was too timid to just try and "flip the switch," like you do back home.
and so i nearly froze to death. no heat. and even worse... no hot water for the next day should it not be fixed in time for school!
the next morning, the power was still not on and i was convinced that it was a fuse. i called my counterpart, who in turn called my assistant director, who then called the tech guy for the school. long story long... he came over and just as i thought, explained to me that my fuse box was "automatic," and i simply needed to turn the switch back on. *sigh. i guess it's better to be safe than sorry, but i like to do things on my own, and (believe it or not) i actually really like to do construction-type things. oh, and did i mention it's freezing??!! sometimes i ponder why on earth i decided to leave my sunny, never ever below freezing, georgia bubble.
as per usual, i got ready for class and proceeded to walk to school. it was SO slippery today. i mean, ridiculous. it's a wonder i haven't fallen and broken a hip. although, i'm more concerned about making a fool of myself in front of the students i can't stand... thereby giving them more ammo with which to torture me. on my way to class, i saw half of the 9th grade students from my next period walking home. the students and i both stopped upon reaching each other, and it seemed as though we were all a little confused. so i asked, "did i miss something? do we have class?" one of the girls replied, that yes.. they did have class, but it finished about 10 minutes ago. apparently, the classes were only 30 minutes today instead of 40 because of the ice. i'm thinking they wanted to give the kids a chance to walk home before it got dark.
now, rewind. remember how i mentioned earlier in the blog that i talked to both my counterpart and my assistant director? i guess neither one of them thought to tell me about the schedule changes. sooooo typical. it's not like i had anything extraordinary planned for the class. and even if i did, i could just use it next week. it's the fact that no one ever tells me anything. EVER! it just makes me look bad. irresponsible and incompetant. i don't like it.
but, it's not the first time it's happened. and certainly not the last. no worries -- two weeks till istanbul!
ps. i put up a link to my london pictures (on the right-hand side) for anyone who reads this and doesn't have a facebook or myspace account... although now that both my mom and step-mom have pages, i don't even know if that applies to anyone? maybe elvis. my parents' dog.
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