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Snow Day Posting Date: Feb 3 2008 10:53AM When I woke up, it was snowing hard, with the big flakes, so I started getting excited. Mom told me to just calm down because it wasn’t going to snow enough, not enough to close the schools. I thought Mom was wrong, but I kept that little secret to myself because I didn’t want to jinx it.
Before I had gone to bed, the weatherman had said on the radio that it would be like this – the storm of year – so it’s gotta happen. There’s no way you can do school with the storm of the year, but Mom said it was only January, so big hairy deal.
Even with the storm of the year, the thing you have to worry about is stupidity. Sometimes, principals can act a little stupid and keep a school open during the worst snow storm ever, so you gotta cover your bases. I said to Mom, “Mom, look. Can I stay home from school even if they don’t close? Can I? What if I’m walking to school and a snowplough runs me over and rips me to a bjillion pieces? What if? You’d cry if I died in a snowplough, so I probably shouldn’t go to school today, wouldn’t you say?”
Mom didn’t buy the snowplough argument, which I should have seen coming. It didn’t work last winter either. “There’s no such number as a bjillion,” she said. “Eat your Cream of Wheat.”
I never liked Cream of Wheat because Mom only made it on days when she was going to make me go to school in a blizzard. If I went, I would be the only one there, I just knew it. We wouldn’t do anything real. Mr. Wase would just make me do some dumb activities out of the dumb activities book because he wouldn’t want to do any actual work or anything because he would know that it was supposed to be a Snow Day and it was only because of my Mom that we had to go, so it would suck. I would also have to walk in my socks because you can’t wear boots in class and I always forget my shoes. We wouldn’t even do gym because there wouldn’t be enough people.
Mom listened to the radio while I put more brown sugar on my Cream of Wheat. You knew it was really snowing when Mom turned on the radio.
Then the radio started saying the cancelled things. He said the same ones over and over and my school was never in the ones he said. Then he said, “All Hamilton separate schools are closed,” and I started yelling and being happy, but Mom said, “That’s not you.”
“Aw. How come?”
“Because you go to public school. It’s different.”
I wished I didn’t go to public school because they never close in the snow.
Then the radio man said something I didn’t really hear and suddenly Mom didn’t seem real happy and she started shaking her head and I knew ... I wasn’t going to school. I couldn’t believe it! I was staying home! I love snow!
I was going to make a snow fort. Our snowbank was the biggest on the block for sure. I was going to throw snowballs at all the trees and telephone poles. It was packing snow, I bet. And I was going to ... shovel.
Dad came home. His car got stuck at the end of the street. He couldn’t go to work, so I had to shovel, which blows completely. Nothing ruins Snow Day like shovelling.
It took us forever to shovel. I told Dad he shouldn’t be cheap and he should buy a snowblower like everyone else’s dad. He told me that snowblowers were dangerous and if we had one, it might get out of control and rip me to a bjillion pieces. Dad laughed at that one. He thinks he’s smart. I hate smart dads who make you shovel. If Dad can’t afford a cheesy snowblower, I don’t know where he got the money to pay for this huge driveway. Crap.
I hate snow. |
