The piercing cold brought snow down on us like bullets, and now it’s sprawled across the ground, covering every flat surface. It’s achingly beautiful, untouched. Earlier this year, snow was sweet, something to look forward to and cherish. But now it’s become my drug, and I’m thoroughly addicted.
Not because it’s fun to go out in or pretty to look at, but purely because in my life, snow = no school. At first, this was a good thing. My school has four snow days built into its schedule, so we can have four snow days before they start tacking on more days of school in the summer. I’ve lost count at this point as to how many we’ve had so far, but it’s far more than four. Eight, maybe? Nine, including today? I really don’t know.
The thing is, the administrators at my school don’t want to add school days to the end of the year. No one wants to shorten summer. It’s already precious as it is. So they’ve taken to shortening spring break, taking away President’s Day, anything that can possibly be turned into a school day, is.
I shouldn’t want more snow. I should be cursing the heavens for sending us this wave. But I’m not.
I can’t. I love having days off more than I should. I mean, we get the weekend regardless, right? Why am I complaining that we don’t get enough time off from school? And then I remember that two days is nowhere near enough time to get over the trauma that disguises itself as school before we all have to go back.
Last night, I was watching the Olympics with my family on Channel 11, which is the “local” channel (encompassing Maryland, basically), and the closings were flashing across the bottom of the screen. It took forever to get through the whole list, and by the end, I was steaming. Everything in our county that could possibly be closed was. Except for the public schools.
This year, for some reason, the new superintendent likes to wait until the last possible moment before declaring us off schools (except when she doesn’t and gives us a snow day for literally nothing), so I was up, staring anxiously at the phone, waiting in agony for it to ring and say I didn’t have to enter that prison.
It didn’t. Not until 4:30 in the morning, when it woke me up.
Are you kidding me?
Everyone knew the snow was coming. Clearly, they did, as everything else in our county (and in Maryland) was closed today. So why in the world did our superintendent wait so long?
I have no idea, but I’m kinda pissed.
I have an anxiety problem. It’s lessened over the years (which doesn’t really make any sense, because I’m less anxious as a high school student than I was at five years old), but it’s definitely still there. I worry over nothing. So even though I knew, without a doubt (probably), that school was going to be closed… I was freaking out.
It’s wrong, and I shouldn’t, but I love snow days. I love being able to sit back and not have to worry about going to school. But if it means having to take away other days off… I’m not as happy about it.
So you see, I have a problem. I love snow because it means less school. But I hate snow because it means different school.