This winter has seemingly lasted longer than ever. It started off slowly, but now we’re getting bouts of snow, and summer doesn’t seem to be coming anytime soon. It’s snowing as I write this, and looking around at all the white is putting me in an eager mood.
As I’ve stated before, I have extremely fond memories of playing in the snow during my childhood. Winter, snow, Christmas and family blend together in my mind, and seeing snowflakes always gets me singing carols. I’m a little too old for things such as sledding and snowmen, and the horrors of driving in slush have decreased my excitement. But something about snowflakes still makes me check the weather and flip my pajamas inside out – the hope of a snow day.
A snow day, for any Southerners or people who live under a rock, is a day when school is canceled because there is too much snow. It’s different than a weekend, a teacher institute day or a planned vacation. On snow days, the universe is telling you to forget about school. The Hand of God has come down and denied trigonometry, reading guides and unflattering P.E. uniforms a day of their devilish taunts. When I was younger, it was like the world was literally telling me to go play in the snow. Now, it’s telling me to take a nap, take a bath and take some time to appreciate the weather.
Whenever snow is forecast, students mumble about a snow day.
“Tom Skilling said it was only going to be, like, 6 inches.”
“Yeah, but it’s starting at 3:30 a.m. That means they won’t have time to plow the roads before school!”
“I’m not reading this chapter. We won’t have school tomorrow.”
“Who wants to go sledding?!?!”
We students will ask the teachers what they think. Mostly they ignore us. Some express that they, too, have a sincere desire for an unscheduled day off. Some teachers tell us their earnest predictions, occasionally egging us on with weather reports and other area school closings.
My sophomore English teacher openly mocked our hopes and guaranteed that we would not have a snow day. We actually had two days off after those comments.
Then again, having days off in January or February means that we have to make them up in June. Most people think that pushing back finals a day is a fair trade-off for not having to drive through the snow and getting a random day to catch up on anything they need – homework, TiVo or sleep.
One nice thing is that, unless we have five or more snow days, the date for graduation is set, and seniors don’t make up missed days. Keeping that in mind, I have one thing to say to the universe – bring it on.
• Courtney Phelan is a senior at Geneva High School. She is an outgoing and energetic young writer who likes to swim, read and participate in general teenage activities. She can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org.