This is the second day back to school after Christmas vacation, and I admit that it's been better than December. The craziness of that month makes an "active" class even more "active." We have actually learned two new letters and started to add. Not bad for two days. And I can still see some of the top of my desk which is usually covered with drawings and papers and books and a variety of other things that magically appear throughout the day. So all in all, it hasn't been bad if you don't count having to get up early and driving on the icy roads.
But still, yesterday when there was a glimmer of hope for a snow day, I was hoping that just maybe we'd get to stay home today. All the weather people were saying this BIG storm was coming our way. All kinds of warnings about inches and inches of snow on the way were all over the tv and radio. We even had calls come in to the school office to see if we were cancelling school yesterday before a flake even fell. And so, as I lay down to go to sleep last night, I listened carefully for the wind to blow in the storm that would allow me to have a pajama day with my family.
But...this morning at 6:00 the alarm went off and I got up and looked out the window. Guess what? Not a snowflake fell all night. Well, I thought, maybe it's worse than it looks. Maybe it snowed in town. So I turned on the tv to see if there were any school closures. There were a few delays in the areas that always seem to be delayed, but no closures. Sigh.
So here I am. My students are at library and I should be grading papers, but it was supposed to be a snow day, so I'll blog instead.
And there's always hope for tomorrow. They say it's supposed to snow tonight.