… but I mean, really, snow day?
I grew up in northern New York, in an area where every fall and winter came replete with snow on top of our snow. We almost never got a day off from school. There had to be something cataclysmic on the horizon for us to get a snow day. Most kids walked to school and I guess the prevailing wisdom was that, with no worry about school bus accidents, we could trek through the snow and be at school on time.
What this translated into was a lot of soaking wet kids walking around school in their socks. We’d make the walk through knee-high snow, dump our boots in our lockers and spend the morning with wet pants and wet feet. Couldn’t have been any too healthy, but there we were.
So when I heard the radio this morning saying schools were closed, when my assistant called me to say the schools were closed, I couldn’t help but think: “Really? For this?” It’s not nothing, what we have on the ground today, but is it really snow day worthy?
But maybe this is just my sour grapes talking. Classes at my night job are canceled and the Ed Center’s been closed all day. Classes at my day job are canceled, too … but here I am at work. My parent organization is a hospital, and as HR is always quick to remind us before every big storm, we don’t close down just because the weather’s bad. So here I am. It’s not so bad, of course, but I wouldn’t have said no to the snow day!