Yesterday was a pretty scary day. It was the first time that I was truly worried about the safety of the kids.
Usually during dinner, Paul or Jake (the camp program directors) tell us the plan for the evening. The usual plan is to go back to our cabins with our campers for about an hour (~6:30 to ~7:30pm) and then do some dodgeball before our campfire at 9:00pm. Yesterday, for some reason, Paul told us to meet back for dodgeball at 8:00pm.
Now earlier during the dinner, Paul had asked to speak to one counselor from each cabin (starting this week, there are a group of Education students completing an internship with the YMCA. And we will be paired up with them). As we were walking back to our cabins, I learned from Chad ( a 34-yr old Education student) that what Paul had told us was all a cover-up for the kids. The truth was that a hail storm was quickly heading our way. We had to get the kids in the cabin and stay there until we heard word from the staff that it was okay to come outside. It was almost a certainty that golf-ball sized hail was going to fall. And there was a 50% chance of a tornado hitting our area.
As we were walking up the hill back to our cabin, the air was eerily still. It was relatively quiet also, except for the wind that was starting to pick up and the quickening thunder. The sky was turning grayer and grayer. On the outside, I tried to remain calm so that the campers wouldn’t freak out or anything. Inside, I was still pretty calm. But I kept thinking about how awful it would be for the kids to have to experience a thunderstorm with hail and a tornado. I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t be what they were expecting from camp. And if a tornado did hit, I’m not sure what would happen to our cabins. All I knew was that if we heard the sirens, Chad and I had to get our kids into the shower as quickly as possible. I didn’t want to even imagine how scared the kids might become when the hail started falling and we were all smushed into a small bathroom. What if the kids started crying? What if they started screaming uncontrollably? I could only imagine.
Fortunately, we eventually got the word and we ended up playing dodgeball around 7:45pm. There was no hail storm. Luckily, there was no tornado. Now that was a close call!
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On another note, my team and I learned last week that our next project will be in Pawnee City, Nebraska. We are going to be living at the Pawnee City Historical Society and will be helping dust their artifacts. We are also going to help renovate some of their main building. I’m looking forward to it. We are going to be there for a total of 6 weeks. It’s going to be a lot different than living at Sherman Lake YMCA. There are only like 6 restaurants in the entire city. Yesterday, I was looking it up in Google and it looks like there are no other cities around for at least 25-30 miles. I imagine I will be staring at dirt in all directions, as far as the eye can see. I’m not thinking about it too much because I still have 3 more weeks at Sherman Lake and I want to make the most of it. The thing I’m thinking most about right now is that I’m going to the state where my grandparents first immigrated to from the Philippines. I’m a ways away from Omaha, where they lived. But I’m sure I still get a feel for the type of scenery they experienced.
Til’ next time!