3 First (Worst) Teaching Days – #1 – Riverview, NB – If I Could Only Make it There

Posted on by

3 First (Worst) Teaching Days

As a teacher for over 8 years and in various schools around the country, my journey was filled with happiness, laughter, fear, nervousness and countless other emotions, often at the same time. Students have a unique way of touching your heart, driving you completely insane, and making you proud all at once. The first day of the school year can often set the tone for the entire year. It can be a stressful day naturally, but when you add a first day curse things can get out of hand. I’ve experienced the craziest first days during my career; including no heat over night in -50 degrees, going to the hospital with a concussion, and not making it to work because of a freak storm disaster. They are powerful enough to make you question entering the teaching profession altogether. Follow me on my first days of disaster and teaching.

#1 – Riverview, New Brunswick – If I Could Only Make it There

I moved, or attempted to move, to Moncton, New Brunswick from Cape Breton, Nova Scotia on November 20, 2008 to start a teaching position at Riverview High School. My job officially started the next day and I played out a thousand first day scenarios. I wanted to finally have a great first day teaching and I thought with years of experience and a history of not so great first day I could finally have a change of luck. With only what I could fit in the car, I began my journey alone. It was early in the winter season and I didn’t worry about the weather or the road conditions, but that was a mistake that I will not make so easily again.

I reached the 10-kilometre section of the Trans-Canada Highway, known as the Cobequid Pass, at the height of the first intense snowstorm of the season. Visibility was reduced to zero and I was not equipped with snow tires on the car. I had less than half a tank of gas and I was not dressed for winter weather. I had every intention of stopping at the next gas station to wait out the storm when the road became impassable. A couple of trucks jack-knifed, blocking the road. Several cars tried to bypass them and got stuck, which quickly built a line-up of vehicles and left me stranded in the middle of it all.

A chain reaction started around 4:00pm when a tractor trailer started sliding off the road and another vehicle collided with it. When I arrived at 4:23pm, both lanes of the highway were blocked and several cars were stuck in the ditch. I waited patiently in my car for two hours before worry started to sink in and my stress levels began to build. My grandmother and grandfather had already lost their son in a car accident and they would most certainly be worrying about me. I should have been arriving at my brother’s house any moment and I was still two hours away.
Impatient motorists complicated matters by trying to get around stalled or slow-moving vehicles, further jamming up lanes. I watched two trucks attempt to cross the median with little to no success. The highway became a parking lot. People were beginning to panic and when panic sinks in, things become unpredictable.

I had no food, no water, no cell phone, and no sign of help. I was beginning to run out of gas so I was forced to shut off the car. With the -12oC temperature sinking into my bones, I felt a lump building in my throat.

What am I going to do? We must be going to move soon. What is the friggin’ radio station for this area? I’m freezing. Come on…. get moving.

I fidgeted with the radio searching for some answers.

Why can’t I find a station that tells me what the hell is going on? Where are the snowploughs?   

As if things were not stressful enough, I had to pee with the intensity of a race horse. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and tried to think about something else, which was rather complicated considering I was sitting in the car alone on the side of the highway with nothing to look at except for other foggy, stranded cars. I finally couldn’t stand the need to pee so I needed to come up with a game plan.

My shoes were wet and cold and I was starting to shiver, but I had to bare the outside temperatures if I was going to relieve myself. A van was parked in the outside lane behind me and its lights shone directly on my car. I had no cover from the elements or the possible glaring eyes from the surrounding cars. It was either pee outside of the car or pee in my pants so I opened the car door.

I walked up to the van and knocked on the window. “Excuse me, sir. I really need to pee and I have nowhere else to go. Could you please turn off your headlights so I could pee peacefully in front of my car?”

The man looked at me like I just asked him for a million dollars. “Are you serious?” he replied.

“Very,” I said as I stood at his window in the blistering snow. “I don’t see any other option.”

He responded by pushing the button to close the window and shutting off the lights. I was less concerned by his attitude and more concerned about making it back to my car and relieving myself.

I searched outside of my car for the appropriate place, but etiquette seemed to be blown away with the howling winds.  I opened the back and front passenger doors to the car and squatted in between the two doors. I had one napkin on hand, but it was better than nothing. When the cold air hit my bare bottom, I forgot about the other vehicles and concentrated on getting the job done, and not peeing on myself of course.

I sat back in the car, wet and cold. I knew I was going to be in for a long night.

By 9:00pm, I was sick to my stomach worrying about my family; the lack of food probably played a small role in my turning stomach as well. I scanned the other cars for prospective cell phone users. My first option was a tractor trailer parked directly behind me; it certainly wasn’t my first choice. My second option was a minivan parked in the passing lane. It seemed like a good choice. Minivans are synonymous with family people. Maybe they would understand my predicament. I tried looking in the windows to see if I could make out shapes or people, but it was to no avail. I was going to have to get out of the car again.

I tried to prepare myself for the short journey to the minivan. Only ten minutes before, my shoes were cold and damp from walking in the snow, but now they were frozen and hard from the ice. My feet tingled as I tried to push them into the shoes. If I was not so worried about my family, I wouldn’t have thought about getting out of the car.

I knocked on the driver’s side window and waited impatiently. A young woman with a panicked look on her face cracked the window slightly. Her eyes gazed through the slit in the window and she said, “Yes.”

I tried to remain calm as I spoke. “Hello. Do you have a cell phone that I could use? My family is probably worried sick about me. I should have been home three hours ago.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t have a phone,” she replied. She was only wearing a T-shirt and shaking uncontrollably. Her eyes were red and glossy and she tried to avoid eye contact.

“Well, thanks anyway,” I said. I was about the walk away when I caught a glimpse of two children in the van. They were huddled together with their mom’s jacket draped over their bodies. The mother sealed the window shut, but I could hear her cries even over the howling wind. I turned back toward the van and knocked on the window once again. The mother was hesitant to let any more heat escape from the vehicle this time. She looked up from her seat but she didn’t crack the window.

I yelled through the glass, “I have some towels in my car. Do you want them to put over your children?”

The mother couldn’t hide her emotions as she spoke, “Yes, please. I don’t know what to do? My kids are going to freeze to death and I’m almost out of gas.” She replied through chattering teeth.

“Okay. Just one second. I’ll be right back.” I ran for my car and grabbed all of the towels that I was using for heat. I had one bottle of water in the car, which I placed inside the towels. I passed them through the window and the mother finally looked me in the eyes. “Thank you. I really don’t know what to say. Someone must be coming to help us get out of here. What will you do now?”

“I’ll be okay. Good luck.”

I ran back to my car and started the engine for some warmth. I was shaking now and I could barely feel my fingers and toes.

The night seemed to last forever, especially after I gave away my only means of warmth. The gas light came on so I had to wait out the night in a sweater, wet shoes, and no heat. There were times that I thought about sleeping but I worried that I would not wake up. Freezing to death seemed like a possibility, and after sitting alone in a car for ten hours, some weird thoughts ran through my mind.

Can I freeze to death in this weather? Is my family freaking out? Do they know where I am? Have they heard more than me on the radio? I need more clothes. I can’t take the cold. I am going to die here! Where the hell are the police? I have to call my family. I will knock on every window if I have to. They need to know that I’m okay.

When I opened the car door, my fingers hurt from the wind. They were already so cold that I thought I would have frost bite and with the added chill from the wind I felt like my skin was going to burst. I knocked on the window of a Honda Civic and a man flicked his lights as a sign for me to open the door. He was curled under a blanket, talking on the phone.

“Get in,” he said as he motioned his hand for me to sit in the car.

I realized immediately that I was getting into a strange man’s vehicle in the cold, dark night but I didn’t worry. After all, he couldn’t hide from the other cars anymore than I could while peeing.

“Could I use your cell phone? I’m sure my family is worried sick.” I felt an overwhelming desire to cry and I found it difficult to get the words out of my mouth.

“Sure, no problem,” he replied.

“Oh, thank you. It is a long distance call but I have $10. Will that be okay?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Use the phone. I don’t want your money. We’re all in this together.”

I called my sister first. She was relieved to hear my voice. My whole family thought that I was stuck in the ditch somewhere or even worse. They were sitting by the phone waiting for me to call. My mother was so upset that she was going to get in her car and go looking for me. She had called the police and they said that there were numerous accidents. They could not confirm my location or if I was involved in an accident because there were many that they couldn’t get to.

I told her to call everyone in my family and explain the situation. My voice cracked as I spoke on the phone. I was not hurt physically, other than being cold, but I was emotional. I remember saying, “I think I will be stuck here all night,” and “I’m not too cold,” but that was all I could choke out.

It was about 4:20am when traffic started to move on the opposite side of the highway. I instantly became excited and started the car. With the little gas that I had left, I thought it was important to defrost the foggy windows and warm my freezing body. My fingers were too cold to close around the steering wheel and my face was cold enough to make my whole head hurt. The throbbing pain extended from my head to my toes and made everything in between ache. A snowplough, followed by two police cars and an ambulance, drove up the highway on the wrong side of the road. The opposing traffic could not pass the toll booth, which made a clear path for the oncoming emergency vehicles.  Within about 25 minutes, traffic started to move in the other direction. I knew that our turn would soon follow. I was silently screaming with excitement. I waited and watched hundreds of cars pass by. My emotions finally got the best of me; I cried and cried and cried some more. The cold tears froze to my face, but I was too weak and tired to wipe them away. I stopped hoping and speculating when I was going to get out of there and I turned off the car once again.

At 7:22am, I noticed break lights shining through the patches of window that were untouched by the frost. We were leaving! I was so overwhelmed that I started to cry again. There was no need for embarrassment or shame. I was alone. I had been alone for 16 hours. I thought that I could freeze to death, but I was okay, although I was most certainly going to miss my first day at my new school since I should have been arriving right about then and I was still two hours away.

When I finally reached the gas station, I called my family and told them I was finally on my way. With the little emotional stability I had left, I called the principal. He was already at the school and he personally answered the phone himself.

I attempted to say, “I was stuck at the Pass all night and I will not be able to make it in today,” but what actually came out was, “I was “ahahah” (cry, cry, cry along with other mumbled words). It probably took about 5 minutes to actually explain where I was and what happen, but his understanding was nothing short of Jesus-like. I thought he might actually start crying himself because he was so thoughtful in his response. We concluded that my first day was not going to happen until the following school day.

I guess this technically doesn’t count as a first day since I never actually made it to the school, but it was the closest I ever felt to death and the most alone I ever experienced. I was suppose to be meeting my students; instead, I was blasting the heat and resting under several blankets to recover from my long night.

It is one thing to worry about the possibilities of death but it is a whole other experience to worry about dying alone without saying good-bye. It made me realize how easily things can go wrong and how important the comfort of family truly is.

Check out other great articles by adventurous bucket list seekers at Bucket List Publications.  

92 thoughts on “3 First (Worst) Teaching Days – #1 – Riverview, NB – If I Could Only Make it There”

  4. Holy crap, Lesley! I would have totally freaked out and gone screaming into the night, only to become a Yeti or something. I’m from Texas, where it hardly ever snows, so it’s like you were talking about living on the freaking moon!

    Glad you’re alive!

    Like

    Reply ↓

  9. Holy crap. You made me cry. I cannot IMAGINE how awful this would have been even with your vivid descriptions and emotions. You just made me realize that I need a much better winter kit in my car!

    Like

    Reply ↓

  11. Now I know why people always carried car blankets in the back seat in the old days. Good lesson for anyone traveling. Be prepared. I bet you’re more prepared now when you leave for a trip. What a horrible experience that was for you. Glad you made it okay.

    Like

    Reply ↓

  13. You really are a great writer. This story was conveyed so vividly that I am literally shivering, while tears run down my face. There’s one thing we don’t need on our bucket list! I would venture to guess your generosity is still spoken of fondly by that poor Momma in the mini-van.

    Like

    Reply ↓

  15. Thank you for sharing. I can’t “like” the entire, however, I do like you prevailing because of your strength. What an amazingly, suspenseful story. Bless you

    Like

    Reply ↓

  19. Thank you for sharing; that is an amazing story. Gave me the chills and made me tear up. Also, after reading all of your first day stories I don’t think I will ever complain about a first day at a new job again.

    Like

    Reply ↓

  21. Scary. I’m glad you made it out of that okay. I will not drive long distance in the winter from now on without making sure I have a blanket and a thing of water in the car with me.

    Like

    Reply ↓

  24. Oh Leslie, I suffered right with you through this one. I clicked on ‘like’ but not because I liked what you went through but so you would know I read your story. I’m so glad you made it through and have turned it into a lesson on being prepared for anything.

    Like

    Reply ↓

  25. Compelling reading, Lesley, your description of the scene is so vivid.
    People often question why I ensure I have an emergency kit in the car all the time, but you simply never know when something may happen.
    I’m guessing more will be better prepared now.

    Like

    Reply ↓

  27. A very rough night, to put it mildly. I’m glad you didn’t become a statistic. I was reminded of a similar experience once, when my wife & 2 kids and I got stuck on I-80 west of Truckee during a white out blizzard, My transmission was leaking badly, and we had spent the last of our money to buy chains when we left in the morning. It took us over 13 hours to crawl less than a hundred miles, and were stuck sitting for almost two hours at one point. Very scary, so I can’t imagine how bad it must have been for you, alone and caught even longer. Very well written, and thanks for sharing….

    Like

    Reply ↓

  31. I live in New Brunswick and have frequented the Cobequid Pass Many times. It’s so high in the mountains that no matter what the weather…the pass could be blizzard conditions! Count yourself luck that you live in the south! Although I am heading to Florida tomorrow ( sweet relief) we still have 3 feet of snow here on the front lawn! My kids have a huge sliding hill created and they slide in the morning befroe catching the school bus! Thanks for posting about the east coast of Canada and for those other travellers out there, July and August are far mor hospitable times to visit..unless you love to ski and then Marble Mountain in Newfoundland is the place to be!! Happy Trails!

    Like

    Reply ↓

  32. Thanks for coming to like my blog today….if you hadn’t done that, I never would have read this story!! This was a horrible experience, and you conveyed your emotions of the moment very well. So glad you made it back to tell the tale!

    Like

    Reply ↓

  33. Thank you for stopping by my blog … and I’m so glad I came by to yours. What an adventure. You are an excellent writer. I’m so glad you came through it. (Did you find out if the two kids were okay?)

    Like

    Reply ↓

  34. Well… I recall all my first days of the new school year – churning stomach… wondering whether this year’s intake were going to be the ones I couldn’t bond with… and suddenly realise just how blessedly BORING it all was! Congratulations on coming through with your humour and humanity intact – and for sharing it all with us!

    Like

    Reply ↓

  35. Oh dear. That would have scared me to no end.
    I am so glad you are okay! Those kinds of temps are dangerous and even more so when you don’t have the means to otherwise stay warm.
    Good luck on your teaching journey!

    Like

    Reply ↓

  36. Pingback: Lucky Number 13 …. 13th blessing that is « Notes from Aunt Jim

  37. What a terrible situation. I was once stuck in Vermont overnight but it pales in comparison. What I especially appreciate and identify with is that your worst suffering was related to worry about your family’s worrying. I think that is definitely the most deep-seated stress and pain there is. Since we cannot know exactly what loved ones think we magnify it and blame ourselves. Yes, been there, done that!

    Like

    Reply ↓

  40. Don’t you just love unpredictability!?!
    childhood… camping… WHITEHORSE , ALBERTA… temperature… -72 degrees. Priceless.
    “D”/ om Time to fill the “bucket” with some COALS.

    Like

    Reply ↓

  41. my family is in the upper peninsula of michigan and we were taught to also have “blizzard gear” in our cars for that exact reason. the snow can come on so fast and the gas stations are never close enough. when my sister-in-law was pregnant we even had to carry emergency delivery supplies! great read thanks for bringing tears to my eyes and shivers to my bones:)

    Like

    Reply ↓

  43. Wow. I decided to check your blog because you liked two posts of mine. Wow (again) what a story. I know God helped you get through that. It’s like a scene from movies. Haha. Thank you for sharing! 🙂

    Like

    Reply ↓

  44. Holy Toledo!!! This was such a vivid, well written captivating story. I’m just sorry that it wasn’t a fictional piece and that you really went through this. After your first two stories I didn’t think it could get any worse. I stand corrected.

    Like

    Reply ↓

  45. I felt like I was there with you. An amazing story. I grew up in Wyoming and being in a snowstorm trapped in a car is one of the worst things I could imagine. You tell the story so well. Great post!

    Like

    Reply ↓

  46. Oh my god, what an unpleasant experience. I wish this should never happen to any one. Glad that you had such a will power and strength to overcome this situation, and hatsoff for sharing it with us. You are an awesome writer 🙂

    Like

    Reply ↓

  47. WOW! That was completely scary! I know I would have wondered about my family and broken down when I finally was able to make contact, too. The unknown of what will happen to you when faced with the possibility of not coming out of a situation is very scary indeed.

    Like

    Reply ↓

  48. You truly have had some insane experiences related to first days – unbelievable. Good for you for not giving up (although one could argue that the cosmos were fighting you) and still loving being a teacher!

    Like

    Reply ↓

  50. Have driven that highway many times to visit my family in Cape Breton. Nothing scares the bejesus out of me like an early spring rain storm at the bottom of the pass because it is probably a full on snowstorm by the time you get to the higher altitude.

    Like

    Reply ↓

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Gravatar
WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Cancel

Connecting to %s