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Okay so I doubt any of you heard about the FREEZING SEATTLE SNOWSTORM OF PERIL but it happened and it ruined my life and I learned a very important lesson because of it.

I needed to stay after school in order to prepare for a presentation the next day. It hadn't started snowing for reals yet when my classes were over, so I drove my car home at took the bus back to the school to meet with the group I was working with (no car, no car accidents, you see.) We worked for a few hours until the librarian told us that the school was shutting down because of the snowstorm that had rolled in. So we all left and I found a bus stop and waited for my ride home.

and waited.

and waited.

Busses were still running. Loads of them. Just not the bus I needed. All the schedules in the world (and on the internet) told me that my bus was coming, I just had to wait a few minutes longer...

A good 30min went by, and it dawned on me that this was not going to work out. I wasn't really wearing enduring snow gear, so my feet got so cold that they ached, then when numb, then ached again, then began to tingle in a way I was never familiar with before.

I just knew I was going to get pneumonia/frostbite and die. So I did what every teenager does when they're all by themselves and in a bad situation.

Cry and call daddy to make it better.

A few panic-striken conversations later, he had found a nearby hotel for me to stay in and had set up a reservation.

One Starbucks visit later (I AM in Seattle, after all- its the only way we know how to cope with cold) I finally make it to the hotel and remember what its like to have feeling in my face again. Then school was canceled for the next two days and I didn't need to be ready to present that group project until after Thanksgiving break.

Truelife.

tl;dr: COMIC!

Description
Okay so I doubt any of you heard about the FREEZING SEATTLE SNOWSTORM OF PERIL but it happened and it ruined my life and I learned a very important lesson because of it.

I needed to stay after school in order to prepare for a presentation the next day. It hadn't started snowing for reals yet when my classes were over, so I drove my car home at took the bus back to the school to meet with the group I was working with (no car, no car accidents, you see.) We worked for a few hours until the librarian told us that the school was shutting down because of the snowstorm that had rolled in. So we all left and I found a bus stop and waited for my ride home.

and waited.

and waited.

Busses were still running. Loads of them. Just not the bus I needed. All the schedules in the world (and on the internet) told me that my bus was coming, I just had to wait a few minutes longer...

A good 30min went by, and it dawned on me that this was not going to work out. I wasn't really wearing enduring snow gear, so my feet got so cold that they ached, then when numb, then ached again, then began to tingle in a way I was never familiar with before.

I just knew I was going to get pneumonia/frostbite and die. So I did what every teenager does when they're all by themselves and in a bad situation.

Cry and call daddy to make it better.

A few panic-striken conversations later, he had found a nearby hotel for me to stay in and had set up a reservation.

One Starbucks visit later (I AM in Seattle, after all- its the only way we know how to cope with cold) I finally make it to the hotel and remember what its like to have feeling in my face again. Then school was canceled for the next two days and I didn't need to be ready to present that group project until after Thanksgiving break.

Truelife.

tl;dr: COMIC!