“What’s that?” you say. “With how neglectful you’ve been of this blog over the past couple of years, you are taking the time NOW to sit down and write about snow days? Weeks after the last flake was seen in Oklahoma, on a 70+ degree day with the sun shining?”
“Yes.” I reply. “Now shut the hell up.”
If you’ve known me, either in person or online, for any amount of time, you might find it incongruous that I hate snow days. After all, I have been very vocal in the past about liking “cold” temps and being pleased at the advent of winter. So using some fairly standard logic one might assume that I also like snow, and snow days. One would be wrong. First, you must realize that I am from California. To me “cold” is anything below 55. When I say I enjoy colder temps I am not talking Antarctica. What I mean is that I can pleasantly tolerate anything above 30 degrees, and that my preferred high temperature is no more than 75. I hate being hot and sweating; however that does not translate to enjoying the opposite extreme.
Why I hate snow days can be broken down into two categories:
A) Being stuck in my house. I have said it before and I’ll say it again: I am a loner. I like to do things by myself and spend time by myself….when I choose to do so. I do not like forced isolation. I don’t like feeling like I can’t just get up and walk out the front door and go where I need to go. This is what happens when there’s a snow day, especially like the one we had at the beginning of last month. I don’t have the chops to drive safely on snow or ice and, a lot of the time, even if I did most of our town is shut down for the weather. I don’t like having no options. I like sitting in my house knowing that things are available to me if I need them. Doesn’t mean I’m going to use them but at least I know they’re there. I guess it’s due to my Boy Scout complex (“Always be prepared!”)
B) School cancellations. Oklahoma public schools are required to be in session a certain number of days per year. Every April the school builds in three Fridays off into the calendar. If there is no school to be made up we get three 3-day weekends in a row. If there have been cancellations those Fridays are the first to go. One year they had to tack an additional 2.5 days on the end of the school year to make up for the rest of the missing days. This year they’ve found a way around that, at least for the younger kids. The state has the power to allow the school district to count minutes in session, instead of days, which is what the district will do. Since the elementary schools here are already in session for longer than the required minutes, they will have no days to make up past the three in April. So, barring catastrophe, our school year won’t be extended, which is a relief. We sure were looking forward to those four-day weeks in April, though. And that is why I hate to see snow storms coming – because I know school cancellations are soon to follow and those days have to be made up somewhere. I already feel like my kids are at school too much and I am loathe to have to part with them any more than I do!
I guess I could also go on and talk about how I hate having to scramble to find clothing for my kids to wear outside (we never can seem to get a full set of snow gear for anyone….it snows so little here we don’t think of it) and how I hate worrying that the clothing I’ve found isn’t sufficient to prevent frostbite or hypothermia – oh, and also how I hate the mess tracked in when they’ve been outside for hours in a snow bank. But those, really, are only secondary issues. The above listed items are the real meat and potatoes of why I shudder whenever Mike Morgan gets that wild-eyed look anytime from December through March.
Thus concludes possibly the more boring blog post ever. Fin.