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Every Day Should Be A Snow Day
When I was younger I dreamed of snow days. Random days in the middle of a busy school week where I could sleep in, drink hot chocolate and see all the wonderful television I missed each day when I ventured off to school. I remember dancing at the site of the first snowflake and watching the evening news praying that our superintendent would be nice enough to give us the day off. What I didn't know was that along with thousands of school children, teachers were also eagerly watching the news and waiting. In my mind teachers loved school so much that they hated weekends and breaks. They sat at home depressed that there were no students to take tests or copy words onto a sheet of paper. They were lost without students who they forced to read a book they didn't want to and they missed being unable reprimand anyone for talking when they weren't supposed to. Boy, was I wrong. Now that I work at a school where I force students to read books and tell them to be quiet when they walk in the halls, I know that teachers look forward to the weekends more than anyone and that they started praying for snow days in mid-September. Because there I was Sunday night smiling at the weather forcast for freezing rain on Monday night. And there I was waiting for Lawrence Public Schools to appear under the closings on the evening news. When they did finally call off school I did a little dance and turned off my alarm. It's not that my job is terrible and unrewarding and I believe that most teachers love their students and only want what's best for them. But every once in awhile it's nice to have a day off where you can sleep in, watch bad TV and pretend you are a kid again.