☘Misericordia☘ ⚡ϟ⚡⛈⚡☁ ❇️❤❣'s Reviews > Looking Up: The True Adventures of a Storm-Chasing Weather Nerd

Nope, this is not about just weather... This is about responcibility and ingeniousness and how chance encounters and seemingly minuscule decisions and turning points rule over our lives.
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It just so happened that I briefly entered the equation at what, for him, proved a crucial inflection point in his life. A small nudge in the right direction would inevitably have an enormous bearing on his future. (c)

I'll just quote this:
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Sometimes people walked their dogs through the main hallway. The architecture was labyrinthine.
The teachers were equally eccentric. My history teacher had a “pilgrim voice” and character he occasionally slipped into; another routinely donned a colander to impersonate the former Soviet satellite “Sputnik.” My Spanish teacher had just turned twenty-two, and my mustache-sporting art teacher sprinted into class the first day wielding a hammer and an unhinged stapler.
Our chemistry teacher sometimes taught while doing snow angels on the floor “for [his] bad back.” Mr. Carah, the physics teacher, could get away with saying just about anything—no joke was too off the wall. And my math teacher once sprinted home from class mid-lecture to make sure he had shut off his stove.Since the school didn’t have a designated vehicle to transport goods, they relied on a donated vehicle that the administration fondly referred to as “the creeper van” to shuttle around band and student council equipment. Every March, we had a fundraiser called Tape a Teacher, where a $5 bill would earn students a piece of duct tape to affix a teacher to the wall. One year we inadvertently taped Mr. Dunigan-AtLee, a math teacher, to a utility pole in front of the school with his arms outstretched in a Christ-like state… on what turned out to be Good Friday (that led to an unfortunate article in the Cape Cod Times). We also made the news when four hundred copies of a yearbook reading STURGIS CHARTER pubic SCHOOL were delivered. That may or may not have been my fault.
It was an erratic, unconventional school where everyone was as quirky as I. Within a week, I knew I was home. (c) I'm vacillating between whether I would've been tempted to shoot myself at such a place or feel at home.