Was tutoring one of my regulars this week at the Normal Public Library when the staff starts tittering about tornado warnings in the area.
Meanwhile, he and I calmly cranked through homework.
The staff tapped us on the shoulder. A funnel cloud had touched down in Heyworth, and by policy the NPL evacuates to the basement.
Dozens of us parade down to the nether chambers (actually the community room, but that sounds undramatic).
We set up shop in the far corner of the room. While staff is announcing to the room about refreshments available, we hunker down to do more math.
Staff makes rumblings about a possible touchdown in Normal (false, in the end). Whatever. We're too busy finding the slope and y-intercept.
Staff taps me on the shoulder. This is something, huh? she asks. Yep, I acknowledge with a quick and gracious smile. Then back to simplifying radicals.
The sirens stop. The room empties.
Except us. We're nearly done rocking through a 50-point assignment.
Use #1 for algebra: Disaster relief.
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