The power went out in the majority of West Plano today. My youngest sister, Jordy, was at school today reviewing for final exams when she called after two and a half hours sitting in the dark. Renner Middle School was canceling classes, and I had to pick her up. What started as an everyday chore turned into quite the fiasco.
Wearing only a hoodie and shorts, I grabbed Rocky and rushed out the door into the rain storm. Just as we were driving down the main street for our neighborhood, my right wiper blade flew completely off and into oncoming traffic, causing me to pull over, put on my flahsers, and rush into the rain without shoes to gather the parts. Once I got to the school, I had to wait ten minutes for the Plano mom’s that triple parked in the carpool lane. My frustration was steadily increasing as my techno pumped in the background.
After calling Jordan, it turned out I had to come into the building to sign her out. Perfect. Me in my pajamas with no shoes. I ended up parking in the fitness center lot across from the school, leaving the dog in the car with the windows cracked and trampsed through the mud without an umbrella. Once I got to the school, there were parents backed up all the way out the front doors, waiting in line to sign their kids out. Twenty minutes later, and I’m finally to the desk to sign her out. Pissed off, covered in mud and rain, and at my last nerve, I went up to the desk to sign Jordan out of class. As I’m opening my mouth to pull her out, the power turns on and the principal tells the parents that all the kids will go to 7th period and the parents should come back in an hour to pick up their children.
The tension is doubling as the principal and other administrators are rushing down the halls telling kids to get back to class and parents to go home. Frustrated, I tell one of the dumbass ladies at the desk that I’m Jordan Ellett’s sister, and I’ve waited this long so I’m taking her out of class. She looks at me and says, “I’m sorry but classes have commenced, and you may not take Jordan out of class unless you are on the emergency list.” With anger in my eyes, I looked at her, shook my head, and say “Fuck this” and left the office. It resulted in quite a few laughs from the parents standing in line, causing a majority of them to do the same thing: leave and try to take their kids themselves. After trying to call Jordan and get her out of class myself, I figured I should just leave and not cause any more drama.
So, after 45 minutes of trying to get my little sister out of school, I came back home, covered in mud, water, and dog hair and without Jordy. And, that has been the most exciting thing that has happened to me the past few days. I wish I had more fun stories.








