Snow Days...

So most of my friends have been complaining the last few weeks about the snow. Apparently after the age of 18, snow isn't nearly as fun as it used to be. The ideas of snow cream, snowball fights, and lazy days in your pajamas give way to never-ending commutes, slushy roads, and salt-stained cars. Basically, unless you are a teacher, snow days are no fun anymore.

Lucky, I am a teacher. I get those snow days off. And because my school is more competent than metro-county schools, we have enough built in snow days to not be in school until June. That means that I can gets excited, put my pajamas inside out, flush ice cubes down the toilet, and put a white crayon in the freezer without any shame.

There is a small part of me, the professional, goody-goody that feels guilty wishing for a snow day. That little voice inside whispers that I should be more evolved, more mature. This voice NEVER wins out. Instead, I find myself watching the weather a few days out, trying to squash the idea of a possible snow day. Each day this voice gets weaker until the day of the predicted snow storm arrives. By this time, there is no avoiding it. I want a snow day!

So tonight I waited patiently for my phone to ring. We have a phone tree system that alerts teachers a few minutes earlier than the television stations. When it finally did, I experienced one of the sweetest joys of being a teacher... a snow day!

So all of my friends can continue to complain about the snow, the salt, and the ice, but I will keep wishing for this magical precipitation to come. And I will continue to sleep in and enjoy my snow days off.