You know it is Christmas week when...
There is a one car roll over...
There is a suicide attempt...
You get the post Christmas meal syncope call...
You open your work e-mail to find complaints about grades...
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
Mental meanderings of a college professor and volunteer emergency services worker. I live in a small community and due to the nature of the postings I'll leave things semi-anonymous.
There is a one car roll over...
You get to your car and the key won't work in any of the doors. It is after 3am and you've been "out" with some friends, but none of them are around. In fact it is awfully quiet in this sleepy little village you are in.
According to my wife, our five year old daughter was invited over to a friend's house for a play date. The friend, who is also five and refers to my daughter as his "girlfriend", reportedly stated that if my daughter should come over they would be able to make full use of "the hot tub on the roof".
It's Friday and the last day of classes for the Fall of 2006. YEAH!