Now that I work year round I have mixed emotions about snow days. While every person in public education wants a day off mid winter, we hate a make up day. As soon as we go back to work, teachers will begin commiserating over the make up days that will come to us in May. I will be working anyway, so it makes no difference to me. Now when Ole Miss cancels classes these days I get giddy. They can't have make up days, and that means the professors start rethinking the syllabus and usually deleting assignments.
On Tuesday when I left school, the student teachers had begun to murmur about school the next day. My favorite predictions to listen to are the parents. One of my duties is to call names for car riders, which I love, and a parent came through saying we might get eight inches, I laughed and moved to the next car.
About five o'clock I got the call from the superintendent we would not have school. I was a bit skeptical, but kind of excited. He was making the call from San Diego at a convention, so I then set about praying it was right.
One thing I am learning on this side of the classroom, is no matter what we will take flack for our decisions. If we have school and the weather is questionable, parents will call to tell us how uncaring and unsafe it will be, if we close and nothing could happen we get calls and complaints of parents who had to miss work for nothing.
And as I put Jett down for a nap just before noon I made sure to pray a little harder that we would infact get some snow. Once it started falling I couldn't wait to wake up Jett for him to see it.
We are ready for Snow Day number two, today.