Revenge of the Snow Day

Oh, so many happy children. Singing and dancing in front of their TV’s.

“No school, no school, no school,” they chant excitedly.

It’s a snow day, or should I say another snow day. We’re up to six at this point and we’re just in the middle of January.

No classes to sit through, no worksheets to complete, no notes to take - just a day to stay inside, text, snapchat and play video games.  Life is good. 

But, no matter what the weather, we still need to complete 180 days of school. 

For every one of the bundled-up, whiteout conditions, never-going-outside again days of Winter we miss, we’ll be giving up a t-shirt-’n-shorts-wearing, blue-skies-and-green-grass, staying-out-until-9pm day of Summer.

Think back to the last days of our last school year at the Bartlett Community Hotbox. Windows designed to keep kids from accidentally falling out but also accidentally keep

fresh air from coming in. Fans just blowing stale, clammy air around. Classrooms so hot you feel like you’re actually melting. Sweating so bad you feel like you need a shower and it’s not even nine o’clock, yet.

Oh yes, the revenge of the snow day is real. 

Brace yourself. It’s coming