I have my alarm set to the radio option (mostly due to my post-traumatic stress disorder from years of being jolted awake by the EEEHRRR-EEEHRRR-EEEHRRR of an electronic buzzer. Make it stop…make it stop!)
So, like I was saying, my radio went off this morning and the first thing I heard was “all schools have been closed today”. And even though I am no longer in school and have not been in school for a very long time, my heart leaped with joy at those six little words.
Snow days are heaven-sent (um…literally) and as a kid, snow days were better than weekends, better than Presidents Day or any other scheduled school reprieve. The ecstatic glee of hearing those words on the radio at 6 o’clock in the morning cannot be compared with anything else in life. It’s like winning the kid lottery!
On any other school day I would be dragging my feet, sleepy and grumpy, but the minute the radio gave me the day off, I would be WIDE awake, tugging on my snowpants and swish-swishing downstairs to collect my sled.
Last night on my way home from French class, it was snowing. Not too hard. Coming down but not sticking to anything for very long, so despite the sleepy grin that spread across my face as I heard the magical snow day announcement, I was also kinda surprised. I shouldn’t have been though. After two years here, I should know better than to expect a traditional looking snow day.
I guarantee the Nashville kids were not hurriedly gathering their snow pants and sleds this morning. Primarily because they most likely do not even own snow pants and sleds, but even if they did, there is not even remotely enough snow to have a snowball fight, much less enough to build a fort or to go sledding. So, I’m sort of wondering what Nashville kids do on snow days…??