Snow Days

It's a spasm-inducing -3 degrees this morning, but there's still no sign of snow. According to a reliable source (another student at college) there's a 95% chance of 'heavy snow' on Friday, which is coincidentally our last day at school before we break up for the Christmas holidays. I wish it would snow; I used to love a good 'snow day'.


For those of you who don't really know what a 'snow day' is, I'll sum it up for you.

It starts off like any other school day, except that when you stumble to the kitchen for some toast your parents are leaning over the TV/radio with their backs hunched through overwhelming sadness over the fact that you won't be buggering off to school that day. Then comes the realisation that you've just been given a whole day of freedom dedicated to phoning up nearby friends and arranging snow-related frolicking sessions.

The thing I love about snow days is that everybody treats these days in the same way they would the Apocalypse. It's all over the news, everybody's talking about it and there's an eerie silence outside as less people than usual are using their cars. Granted, the silence is broken every so often by an "Ah, you little shit!" as a child throws a snowball coated in mud and gravel at a friend, but it's still a magical time.