Today, here in Canada, in my neck of the woods, it’s a snow day.
And significantly, it’s the 13th snow day of the school year, which is apparently a record.
It’s certainly beyond what I had ever experienced, back then when I was in school the buses weren’t cancelled for much of anything. The roads had to be closed, and that didn’t happen very often.
No, this isn’t a story about climate change. And it’s not a story about how insurance issues have caused the bus companies to be more cautious either.
This isn’t a story about snow or weather or buses or any of that, not really, it’s a post about school.
When the news that it was a snow day first appeared on my screen this morning, I had a sudden little jolt of relief.
It was such a pleasant feeling that I was distracted by it and started wondering what had caused it.
At first …
I thought it was just my being happy for the children who got to spend a day at home, learning free style as it were.
But when I examined that thought I realized that, if anything, I was jealous of them.
My mind soon started wandering back to my own experience with snow days … and then it hit me.
My school years were pretty much a day to day slog with trying to inventively and creatively explain why things weren’t done, why tests were incomplete, why projects hadn’t worked out the way I’d hoped they would.
And while I often enjoyed riding in to school on the bus with my fellow students, I would sometimes realize on the way there that some forgotten requirement was due that day.
Other times I would ride the bus sullenly and quietly looking out the window trying to figure out what I was forgetting because I’d have the feeling that there was something wrong, and I was often right.
Turn up the radio
Back then notice of bus cancellations happened only on the radio. We had no internet.
And back then, hearing that there was a snow day meant I got to spend a day out of my normal context where I could just ignore the issues I had at school.
You’re wondering why I didn’t try to get caught up.
Even then I knew that one day of playing catch-up was not going to make a difference.
But even then I knew that one day of relaxation and diligent denial was going to do wonders for my mental health.
I eventually achieved my graduation.
Now I thrive.
And I thrive because I know how to keep going. And now that I’m done writing for the day ….
I’m having a snow day.
Where’s the remote? I wanna watch some cartoons.