This past weekend, I was part of a ski trip to Panorama, which is a highlight of the school year for many students (apart from taking my physics class :-). But it had the most inauspicious start.
The plan was to have the students gather near the gyms at 12 noon on Thursday, and there we would search their bags for questionable items. After this, we would quickly load the bags onto the 5 buses and we would be off the B.C. to enjoy two days of powder runs, moguls, and hot tubs to massage the aching muscles. It all looked good on paper.
But unbeknownst to us, the company who organizes our trip mistakenly ordered the buses for the following day, and at the last minute, we were informed that there were no buses available. The company scrambled to get us some fit transportation and to their credit, they did find some – but they would not get to the school until 6:30 p.m.
This left us with two problems. First, we would not be arriving at the ski hill until at least 1:30 a.m., which meant that we would not likely be sleeping until 3:30 a.m. I am a big fan of my beauty sleep, so this hit me pretty hard. Second, we had nearly 300 students at the school, and we had to inform them that the bus would not be arriving for another 6 hours! It was extremely uncomfortable in the gym, explaining our situation and telling them that they had a whole lot of time on their hands. To the students’ credit, they did not have a mass panic but took it all in stride (although the same could not be said about some of their parents, who were demanding refunds and the heads of those in charge).
We did set forth around 6:30 p.m. and the students had regained their excitement, showing the wonderful resilience of youth. But as we came near Red Deer, we came upon a huge traffic jam. It turned out that there was a serious accident, likely involving a fatality, and so the highway was completely shut down in that area. We had to wait in line for at least 45 minutes, delaying our trip even further, and we had to be rerouted onto smaller roads that paralleled the freeway. The kids certainly were well within their rights to stage a mass rebellion, take over the bus, and wreak havoc across the Red Deer community. But again, they were relative angels. They didn’t even grumble or mutter about the misfortunes they were experiencing. Inspirational.
If one was a superstitious person, one would conclude that this trip was doomed from the start. But this would have been a serious mistake. Because after these two major incidents, the trip was truly charmed. The rest of the drive to the hill was relatively uneventful, the weather at the hill was idyllic, and the snow conditions at the top of the hill were wonderful. I had the best time while I was there, right down to the quality of my showers and the quality of my home-made meals. The trip was energizing and relaxing, and I returned from it feeling very positive about life.
So take this as a warning, doomsayers and superstitious people out there. Bad omens do not inevitably lead to disaster. I could easily have grumbled and whined my way through the entire experience, which would certainly have led to a self-fulilling prophecy, but I chose not to do so. I made the most of every moment, cherishing my interactions with other staff, being awestruck by the majesty of the Rockies, and enjoying the sublime pleasure of skiing well done.
I have thrown away all of my rabbits’ feet, horseshoes, lucky charms, and astrology charts, and I have replaced them with an insistently positive outlook on life. Good luck is a good attitude.