Welcome to Hurricane Lacumba

I arise in the morning to check my weather app provided by Apple. By the way, way to go Apple, you told me it was going to be all sunshine, but it was actually raining cats, dogs, wildabeast, and everything else that could stream from the sky. The raining weather was streaming faster than the videos from our offset media teams.
It was early in the morning and I decided to finally go to class. Being a responsible student for once, but it bit me in the rear. I should’ve listened to that good ol’ wisdom tooth pain and stayed in the bed under the covers and slept the morning away.
The clouds in the sky became dark, with lightning flashing down faster than Zeus’s wrath and steadily coming closer to your person. It was a flurry of blinding light that was ferocious and this country boy right here does not appreciate the stormy weather, if I’m not in the safety of my room that I humbly paid for.
Looking outside I would imagine that we have to hide under our desks and duck for cover but turns out, we still had class, and I mean for the rest of the day. Excuse me Southern, last time I checked, the wrath of Lacumba was coming down on the university and the administration office decided to continue the normal class schedule. Not to mention we as students received firstcall alert emails at 10 a.m. when, ironically, the storm began to weaken. I got an alert from Apple and then an hour later I had an email from my university instructing me that me and my colleagues still had to attend class. I’m surprised that with the various budget cuts that they didn’t cut classes.
So I’m guessing it’s ok if we swim to class, but we at least have to make it alive and pneumonia free. I don’t think my breaststroke could’ve outlasted the torrential dispute that I witnessed.
I see the care we have for the students because we are your paycheck and all, and it wouldn’t matter to you about our health at all. So, for our safety that we paid for doesn’t mean anything either huh? So all that money we collected for campus beautification, maybe let’s put it back for a rainy day, literally. The back of campus was flooded and everywhere else is in distress and not to mention the many hungry bellies that were amongst campus. What was your duty to the students?
Social media became rampant, but we still received alerts on whether or not school was open today, around 11 a.m. when the rain stopped and the clouds became clear, then thee was a sense to finally send an alert to cancel class. It’s about time, I guess CP time applies to natural disasters too huh?
In the future I know who to count on for disasters, don’t call on Southern University because they want us to do the impossible. I wish I could bring my boat so I can still make it to class. Way to go, Southern, you’ve out done yourself this time. Southern we have to get it together.