On Friday night, I was notified by one of my residents that a hurricane was coming. By morning, everyone was crying, asking me what's going on and what to do. Ms. Darby -- the dorm parent who I report to -- asked me to announce that the school was to be evacuated by 4 o'clock.

We knew that a hurricane might be coming Thursday or Friday, and that Saturday we knew it was coming, and that it was kind of serious, ... A lot of times it hadn't been a big deal, but this time it turned out it was. I spent about 10 minutes meeting my roommate, then they just told us to ... get out ... and they had no idea when they were going to start up again.

There has never been a hurricane here. The residents don't know the threat from the wind. There's a certain disbelief,

When reality and your dreams collide, typically it’s just your alarm clock going off.

Making food is a wonderful way to spend a Friday night.

If it comes back, I think that Friday night is not a good night to be on.