Snow day

When I was a kid, and because I was a teacher for many years, all the way up until I was in my early 40’s the word snow day brought warm, fuzzy, happy feelings. It still does, but not as much as it used to — since I work from home for a consulting company anyway.

Surprise snow days were the best — and the rarest. I’d fall asleep thinking I had to get up and go to school the next day but instead I’d wake up to an entire free day. A day that I didn’t expect to have. It was like a gift of 8 hours. I could do whatever I wanted to do. I could go back to bed if I wanted to — but never did because sleep would be a waste of all that free time.

Snow days that were not a surprise were wonderful too because of the anticipation. Would school be called off? Should I do my homework/grading? Of course when school was not canceled it was a real disappointment; but if it was canceled the day belonged to me.

Once my kids were in school I’d vicariously feel their delight when they heard that school was called off. I even sometimes wore my own pajamas inside out and backwards to help with the cancellations. There’s not much more pleasant than bedhead, giggly, happy children with visions of a long lazy day ahead of them, while fat flakes of snow fall from the sky.

It’s snowing today and is supposed to continue snowing through tonight and well into tomorrow afternoon. The National Weather Service is calling for 20 – 28 inches around the DC Metro area. The local citizens are calling this a snowpocalypse on social media sites. Local schools are closed or closing early. The federal government will close 4 hours early. Neighbors tell me that the milk is sold out at the local grocery stores. We’ve got enough food to last the few days it will take to shovel us out. I sincerely hope we don’t lose our power though — we don’t have enough wood to keep us warm.

I’ve not been watching the local news recently — I spent a lot of time preparing for my book group — but I know they’ve probably been talking this snow up. And I bet that if I turned the television on right now I’d see a chilly TV news personality standing on some street corner talking about the snow. In a few hours they will have rulers to measure the snow. As corny and predicable as they are — I find them endearing.

So even though I still have to work and even though my day is not any more free than it would have been had it not been snowing, I’m getting that warm, fuzzy, happy feeling I remember from my younger days.

4 thoughts on “Snow day

  1. Ah snow days–such sweet memories–just as you stated–as a student and as a teacher. There is nothing quite like it. In the past few years we have had hurricane days with school called off, but being forced to stay in your home by high winds and torrential rains is just not the same. Ironically however, some hurricane days have greeted us with sunshine and clear skies; it made one think that someone had called wolf and we all know the moral of that story.

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  2. When I was a kid, I lived so far north that we never had snow days despite huge piles of snow everywhere. Virtually all of the kids walked to school and most of the teachers probably could too if they needed to. And the plows were (and still are) out One winter we did get enough snow that they didn’t plow the alley behind our house for a couple weeks, meaning we couldn’t get our cars out and my mom pulled a sled a couple blocks to a neighborhood grocery for food, which they had plenty of.

    Have fun in the snow!

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  3. Diane — we’ve had hurricane days, believe it or not. And I think we had some too-hot-to-attend-school days too (because some schools didn’t have AC).

    KW — Even though I grew up in Northern Illinois, we had snow days. But not as many as here in the DC metro region.

    Helen — we did. Thanks.

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