IT'S THE END... maybe.
Monday morning and you wake up late — typical. Then somebody cuts in line at Sisters’ and as you leave the Admin it starts raining. Later, you lose your phone in the Commons, fall asleep during geography and walk in on a class that’s in session. Your backpack rips and your lunch falls out and some jerk’s browsing Facebook at a print station. Take a deep breath — it’s not the end of the world. But, what if you wake up late on a cold December morning and storm clouds move in, then a twister-hurricane-hailstorm hits? You watch from your bunker as a flaming comet crashes to Earth and ash blots out the sun. The clouds part and rays of light swallow half the population — the Second Coming or first round of alien abductions? Stockpile supplies and spend precious moments with loved ones. Finally, the horizon goes dark and you realize it’s the end of the world… maybe.
