Hyped up hurricane fails to hit Fairfield’s shores

I felt like a little kid as I checked Weather Bug and plastered my eyes to The Weather Channel, refusing to let my roommate touch the remote. I felt guilty, but I couldn’t help it- I wanted to get hit by Hurricane Isabel. I needed to get out of a quiz. In the past, I’ve always believed weather reports, despite their tendencies towards inaccuracy. And this hurricane was just what I needed, so I crossed my fingers, prayed, and believed.

The anticipation of Isabel rose throughout campus. Would classes be cancelled? Would power be lost? Would the beach flood? Would I have my quiz?

Fairfield students received e-mails through Stagweb saying that although Connecticut was not in the direct line of the storm, residual effects (such as high wind and heavy rain) might cause power outages and flooding. The university even lightly touched upon evacuation! Oh, the exhilaration.

All of this had me selfishly thinking of how nice it would be to sleep in, watch movies with my suitemates, drink hot cocoa, and forget school.

Thursday night, I tried studying for my quiz, but it was no use. I couldn’t concentrate with The Weather Channel on and Weather Bug’s chirping messages. I sat by the window of my room to monitor the progress of the hurricane, which seemed promising.

Could my luck have been any better? My suitemate’s professor had already cancelled her 8 a.m. As far as I was concerned, I was in the clear.

I went to bed like an anxious child on Christmas Eve. When I woke, I eagerly peered out my window. It wasn’t raining and it wasn’t windy. It was beautiful. Weather Bug was silent as if it had a guilty conscience. I no longer heard the exciting chirping of alert messages, but the annoying squawking of seagulls and parrots on Fairfield’s untouched campus. I was doomed.

Where were my flooded beaches, power outages, and winds of 50 miles per hour? I felt as though my stocking had been filled with coal. So long, Weather Bug and Weather Channel, for you have failed me (and my quiz) for the last time. From now on, I’m sticking to what my hair tells me. Frizzy= rain.