Aargh!

Okay, picture this: It's 4:20 and you are standing on 45th St. between 7th and 8th. All of the students are accounted for and the bus is on the way. The heavens open up, thunder roars, lightening crashes. We huddle under the canopy of the Imperial Theater, hoping for a little shelter. We see the bus across the street. I manuever the kids across the street and as we approach the bus a policeman makes him continue on his way. We run back across the street. Bus driver calls my cell phone. He's trying to get around the block, but is required to go several blocks out of his way. The doors open. Yes, Virginia, The Boy from Oz has a matinee letting out. *#$% People pouring out. Buses are loading and blocking the street - we finally get on our bus 40 minutes later. We begin inching towards the Lincoln Tunnel - at 6:30 we finally emerge. Two more hours until we are back at school, much to the chagrin of two of my students who were supposed to be playing in the concert at 7:30. I think we'll go to Washington next year!