Every night, I pray for a snow day. I check the weather before I go to bed, hunting for signs of any precipitation. I sleep lightly in the wee hours of the morning, waiting for a phone call that would deliver the glorious news.
But it doesn't happen.
This morning came close. One of the other districts next to ours closed today. But we still had to show up. I got really excited on my way to work, though, when I got a phone call... Even at 6:45 when I was halfway to school, I still had a glimmer of hope that I would be able to turn around and go home. But it wasn't to be... it was just one of the aides informing me that her young kids went to the school that was closed today and so she wouldn't be able to make it in!
Lucky.
4 comments:
seven years of teaching....one snow day. ONE. And it didn't even snow. We just thought it was going to. Big time.
So don't hold your breath too much....
The three cats are praying for a snow day too. They miss you dearly during the day. Dad
My first year of teaching (1978) the Lord blessed our district with 10 snow days!!!! I wonder how man I have had in the last 29 years...
Many, many, I meant many. No teacher likes to look grammatically exposed. I must always proof read my essays. I must always proof read my essays.
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