After Friday’s unexpected snow day, I started paying closer attention to the weather. I get one day off and then I want another–even when I don’t really want it! (Kind of like eating one piece of chocolate and then another and another until you have a pile of wrappers in front of you, feel faintly queasy and have no idea what just happened. Not that that’s ever happened to me!) And lo and behold! Rumors of an impending storm surfaced and rippled through the school. My students, my colleagues and I spent much of yesterday speculating about the storm track and likely outcomes.
“We’re going to have a snow day tomorrow,” a student announced as he walked in the door.
“Yeah. It’s gonna snow a lot!” another offered in support and small voices chimed in with their thoughts and their parents’ predictions. “My mom says…”
“Oh, I think we’ll be here,” I said, trying to steer the day into more productive directions (and to subdue the inner child in me that leapt about, fist pumping at the idea of another day in PJs.)
“Nope. We won’t have school,” the first student maintained with sublime confidence.
Conversation in the Teacher’s Room at lunchtime wasn’t much different. The air buzzed with intense speculation.
“Do you think we’ll have school?”
“What does SnowDayCalculator say?”
“Why isn’t it snowing yet? Wasn’t it supposed to start late morning?”
“Maybe it’s delayed. It might linger later into the morning then. That would be good.”
“What happens if there’s a delay? I heard we still have to be here on time anyway?”
We compared forecasts, theorized about likelihoods, and some of us maintained, with straight faces, that we didn’t really want a snow day with all that needed to happen this week. (I am convinced, though, that I was not the only one with an irrepressible, wildly-hopeful, grinning, PJ-clad inner child dancing about in anticipation.) Eventually we decided a 2-hour delay might be a possibility and would probably be the best outcome.
As lunch ended a colleague whipped out her smart phone and reported. “SnowDayCalculator says it’s a 78% chance for a snow day tomorrow.” Not great odds, but not too bad either. We all smiled and headed off to lunch duty.
Last night I watched the chances go down, down, down. By late evening chances of a snow day had diminished to 56%. Not at all likely.
Before heading to bed, I donned my pajamas inside out (in a last ditch effort to entice a snow day from the weather gods) and then took a look at Laura Shovan’s latest photo prompt. (For more information about her wonderful Found Object Poetry Project click on the link.) My short response was colored by the buzz of the day, the fun of snow day speculation, and the declining likelihood of a day off or a delay.
Looking at the treadmarks
a mere tracery of snow
No snow day.
Epilogue: Moments ago the phone just rang. At this time in the morning it meant only one thing–snow day or delay! And…wait for it….it’s a 2 hour delay! Perfect!