Our professor joked half-seriously at first about continuing the lecture, but as more and more people came in and he realized it would be impossible to teach, he just leaned against his podium, looking more and more depressed (he really likes philosophy).
Forty five long minutes later the weather service lifted the warning, and the people filed out. We sat there, wondering whether or not our professor would lecture in the remaining half-hour of class period.
"Back to Sartre," he said.
We must have all groaned, because I think he was serious, but he quickly asked what we'd prefer to do. I don't think a single person requested that we stay. Sartre was crazy, you see, and his writing evidences that.
I like storms. Ordinarily I like school too, but of all the classes for the tornado warning to disrupt, this was the one!