All the Days the Fire Rained Down and We Were No Safer than If We Were on The Surface of the Sun Itself.

-Timothy Wolfgang Truman Petraitis

I never see thy face, but I think upon hell-fire.

William Shakespeare

Today the hot breath of Vulcan himself, or perhaps his other incarnation Hephaestus, breathed a slight inconvenience into the school and all who were made mildly uncomfortable fled like rats from a seldom used barbecue grill. As the temperatures rose to slightly over seventy-five degrees, children began to spontaneously combust, and there was a great rush to the office of parents realizing they had only raised "indoor" children. The youth of Weston may be hothouse flowers, and in truth they are in no way able to weather the reality of nature. I witnessed with my own eyes, one child plucked from the school by anxious parents, two hours after the crisis, while already seated in the 900 building which had never had a failure of cooling in the first place.

When I was a child my school often caught completely on fire and burned down around me and I sat in the ashes and continued learning, all the while being toasted like a s'more. Sometimes the school was the perfect temperature and our principal would turn up the heat like a Finnish sauna so that when we plunged into the snow outdoors we would appreciate, and learn to never waste heat in any of it's sources. I learned to thrive in detrimental climates so that I would evolve, just as all that stayed at school did today. They are survivors and the human race will be tougher for their fitness.

Today in the Halls the Strong Survived