Oh the joys of watching snow pile up outside your window when you know that you’re scheduled to have an evening class. I am as anxious as a 10 year old.
My mother has held a job at the school library ever since I traipsed the halls of elementary school. I never saw this as a bad thing. It was pretty convenient to be able to go to your mom in the library if you needed a pass, got sick, or forgot your lunch at home. One other major advantage is that our house would get a phone call whenever school was canceled or delayed for a snow day. I can remember quite vividly laying in my bed on snowy mornings at 5:00am, wide awake, anxiously awaiting the early morning phone call.
Then it would ring. From my room I could hear my mother pick up the phone. She would make some sort of acknowledgment of the news into the phone and then hang up the phone and shout the news to her impatient children:
“90 min delay!”
“60 min delay!”
at which point my sisters and I would let out a quiet cheer from our bedrooms, turn off our alarms, and pull ourselves back under the warmth of the covers. It was great.