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Tuesday, February 2, 2010

wishing you were somehow here again

"Oooo, there must be grass-covered igloos out here..." -Danny Kaye, White Christmas

Snow.

The buzzword of elementary schools all over Harrisonburg, Virginia today. At approximately 12:15 p.m. (I was in my Film Adaptations class at the time, so specific time of flurry arrival is unfortunately unknown), the first signs of flakeage appeared.

It fell. At 4:15 p.m., a mass-text was sent to the entire James Madison University student population. There is truly no better feeling than seeing a message in your inbox from the number 231-77. The university closed at 6:15.

I had the first free night since school began.

Then it hit me. This might be my last year for school cancellations due to inclimate weather. Through every winter season of my life, I specifically remember sitting in front of the television waiting to see "Hanover County Public Schools Closed."

Oh the rejoicing that took place when that little line beneath the news anchor would appear. After thoroughly humiliating myself in backwards, up-side-down, inside-out pajamas (c'mon, you know you still do it), and doing a fantastic snow dance, it was always so nice to know that my snow prayers had been answered.

In Hanover County, we have this song that's called "God bless Beaver Dam." Beaver Dam is a particular part of the county where no one goes in and no one comes out...totally kidding. But the roads are totally twisty-turny. No lie, I can remember several "snow days" of Hanover County that had no snow at all. And really, there is no worse feeling than getting up at the crack of dawn, expecting to see the ground covered in a beautiful blanket of snow...only to see brown, dead grass.

But, hey, we still missed school. All thanks to Beaver Dam!

So, you can imagine how heart-wrenching it is to know that as a senior in college, this was my last chance for snow days. Now when I miss work due to snow, I'll be chipping away at my sick days. But you know, I think a small part of me will still be overjoyed for the kids in school who get a snow day. I'll be thinking of my childhood while watching the screen flash the names of schools closed for the day.

Only now we have mass texts sent to our phones. I'm not sure that's better, suspense-wise. I certainly want to sit in front of the television with my children, waiting for [insert name of county I'll be living in here] schools to be closed. I'll teach them all about the inside-out pajamas thing. And the snow dance.

Some things are sacred, you know?
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