Teachers pretend not to like snow days, and moan about the time having to be made up in June, about the quadratic formulas that won’t get practiced today, the verbs that won't get conjugated.
December 09, 2005
I don’t think anybody could be as happy as I am at this very moment. Well, maybe every other teacher in New England ... but mine is a particular kind of happiness because I wanted it, I prayed for it, I did the dance, I didn’t lay my clothes out, I didn’t set up coffee, I said “see you Monday” to the kids. And this morning, when the phone rang at 5:00 to tell me we had a snowday, I smiled because I finally got my way. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Joy of joys. Better than a weekend, more delicious than summer vacation, this borrowed time, this cocoa day, this pajama day.The view from my daeck at 8 AM
Ha! Secretly, inwardly, we are children just standing at the door with our sleds in our hands and our mittens dangling on strings from our sleeves. At least, I am that way, and forget about June ... it’s all about immediate gratification here in Spinning Land.