First, I should state that I love my job working at a school and am grateful to have it. The kids, parents, and teachers are all wonderful, and the Waldorf philosophy is super cool. All that said…
SNOW DAYYYYYYYYY WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Snow days are very exciting to me because I almost never had them growing up. This was in Denver, a city founded by Grizzled Prospectors who took wading in three feet of snow for granted.
So whenever the streets would fill with snow, the school board members or whoever would call each other up and say, “People here have chains on their tires and cross country skis, right? Right. School stays open.” I kid you not when I sayI only had ONE school day in my thirteen years in the Jefferson County school system, despite the fact that there were more than ONE blizzards on school days.
But now…ah, Pittsburgh, you know what’s up. You can recognize a sign from the universe when it clears it cosmic throat. Now I have a day dedicated to eating toast, practicing piano, working on my website, and possibly dancing in my room to “Sugarfoot.”
The only downside to snow days, once you’re an adult, is that you don’t get paid for not working, so my celebrations today should probably be of a frugal variety. Still, you’ve got to treat yourself every once in a while, and if you can’t, it’s nice of Mother Nature to do the treating.