It seems that the general rule about blizzards is coming true so far: the more prepared one is for the storm, the less likely it is to develop into anything more than a cloudy day. When I was getting ready for work on Wednesday morning, the forecast called for snow starting around 7-8 p.m. Over the course of the day, the start time got pushed further and further back. It was certainly windy, and it did rain for most of the morning. Then it stopped raining. The sun came out a few times.
When I left at 8:30 p.m., the rain had completely dried from the roads and there was still no blizzard in sight.
The newest information suggests that it is now snowing where my campus is located, but when I look out of my window, I don’t see a single drop of precipitation coming from that sky.
That cruel, dry, unfeeling, blizzardless sky.
Doesn’t it know how badly a teacher wants a snow day?
Look, this post is appearing on Thursday morning, but we all know that I’m really writing it on Wednesday night. It’s a bit difficult to type that. Not because I’m ashamed, but because it’s physically more difficult to type when I’ve got all ten fingers crossed in the hopes that it will speed up the arrival of the class-cancelling, freedom-giving snow.
I’ve done what I could. I graded my papers and got my books ready for class. My car has gas. I have clean work clothes laid out. My hair is washed. I’m all ready for class to run, which usually means that it won’t. Right? Right???
I have plenty of food to bring for lunch tomorrow. Please say that I won’t need it. Please let it be that I’ll be able to enjoy my tuna fish sandwich at home.
Look, I even have breakfast and an alternative lunch option ready.
For the love of all that is holy and good, please start snowing!
All I need is a delay! I don’t even need for the school to close the whole day. Just start classes late enough that mine gets cancelled.
Sky? Clouds? Hello? Do me a solid, would ya? Just start dropping some of the white stuff, eh? C’mon. For me? I was always a friend of the clouds. Don’t you remember Charlie, my childhood imaginary friend who was a cloud? And had a family of clouds? Do it for Charlie. He’d want to give his old pal a break.
Yes. Yes, I know. I’m too prepared.
I’ll answer comments after class.