Well, yesterday was the last real day of school, but I'm still counting today. Living in Wisconsin, there's really not much to see tourist wise. (I live in madison, a very liberal island inside a vast sea of conservative fat people). The one thing there is to do in Wisconsin is go to the Dells. The Dells are an extreme tourist area full of theme parks and attractions. Every year my school goes up there for the last day of school. The thing is, almost everything in the Dells is outdoor. As it so happened, it began pouring rain midway to the dells. However, the staff kept their hopes up and kept going. As we got farther North, the storm got worse. Fork lightning was striking a couple times every minute and it was showering outside. When we arrived at the Waterpark we had planned on visiting, it was clear we weren't going in. We sat on the bus for about an hour. Eventually, the persistant group of staff who had decided to come arranged for the group (8 busses of students) to go to a much smaller indoor park. Well, it was better than nothing. I managed to have a good time anyway, going through the lazy river with my girlfriend and relaxing in one of the many hot tubs. I was satisfied with the outcome. When we left, the storm was still still in motion though had substantially subsided. I looked forward to the party that was going to be held afterward. However, the storm wasn't done just yet. The rain picked up again after we were on the highway, back in full force. A siren went off. There was a fucking tornado. All of our busses pulled into the parking lot of a nearby McDonalds. We were herded inside. Panic struck through the group, as people hurried to get their phones out. Almost no one had service. So there we stood, hundreds of us crammed into a McDonalds with rain pounding outside and A tornado somewhere in the area. It was getting closer, too. We could see it now. We were instructed to get on the ground. The tension in the room maxed out. Most people just whispered. My girlfriend burst into tears. I got up, hoping for a better view. "Get away from the damn window!" the disgruntled orchestra teacher yelled. I sat back down next to be sobbing girlfriend. But in my attempt, I did get a good view. Though storm clouds hung over us still, but they were receding. The tornado was nowhere near us. About 10minutes later the siren stopped and we reboarded the bus. There seemed to be less order, people moved around in the aisle and changed seats with no disapproval anymore. People who had been scared half to death only a few minutes earlier made fun of the people who the tornado got to, and would point in to the distance with comments like "OMGZ THEREz THE TORNADO WER GONNA DIE!" The rest of the way home just seemed like a normal bus trip after a while. Eventually, we arrived back. People said their goodbyes for the year, hugged their friends, kissed their girlfriends ;), and went home. I couldn't wait for the party that night. I returned home to find my family crowded around the TV. The storm DEFINATELY hadn't passed. For the third time, the rain picked up. The siren blared once more. And fuck it, the party got canceled. Oh joy, what an end to the school year.