My perspective on the mystical “snow day*” has shifted over the years.
In high school I hated them because I was trapped inside and all my friends lived too far away to walk. I was (and still am) one of those people who was utterly convinced everyone was having fun without me and they would realize how useless and unimportant I was to the grand scheme of our friendship and deem me replaceable. Fear of getting voted off the island I suppose. My parents thought I was insane because every time they’d announce our school closings, I’d get visibly perturbed. Not a normal teenage response, I’ll admit.
In college I loved them, because canceled classes and living with friends is never a bad combination. Also, in Abilene snow was actually snow…fluffy, white, pretty, and it stuck to the ground. It’s super hard to concentrate on stratified squamous epithelium when the world looks pristine and perfect outside.
Now as a teacher…I actually hate them again. My first thought this morning was “If they cancel school tomorrow, there’s no way I can get through my unit in time for the next test.” How dare the elements conspire to throw off my carefully constructed scope and sequence for this six weeks!
What happened to me?! Apparently a little over one semester at Logos has turned me into a real teacher, which I must confess seemed a bit impossible at various points of my career. (I also readily admit my students will probably argue with the “real teacher” moniker, and they’d probably win that argument. But for the sake of the post, lets suspend reality and everyone agree that I’m a teacher, in every sense of the word.)
While there is definitely a romanticized notion of snow days that I buy into–fire in the fireplace, warm soup bubbling happily on the stovetop, the inevitable Harry Potter marathon–its a welcome validation of my career and life choices that I’d rather be at school talking about Newton and apples than at home eating Fig Newtons and roasting apples for the aforementioned soup.
And of course, if the fluffy white joy of real snow begins to fall, all of this is null and void. In that case I want a hill, a sled, and lets go see if Newton knows his stuff.
Have a good one, and stay warm!
*Houston doesn’t have snow days. We have days where it gets cold/close to freezing and everyone loses their minds. When we lived in Denver I once drove to school to sub for a teacher who couldn’t make it in because his house was buried in 4 feet of snow. I, on the other hand, only had to deal with six inches when I left and it was still falling. And you know what? We all survived. Yes, its cold. Yes, its wet. No, its not the apocalypse. I do, however, feel terrible for the gentlemen working on our foundation right now when its both cold and wet.