The Freedom of the Snow Day
The almighty snow day. This great interference in the march of the school year. A break from reality and the stresses we faced. I wasn’t good at doing my homework or caring about long range projects as a student – from the earliest grades and even up until grad school. But the snow day broke that cycle. Nothing could be collected. Nothing could be assigned. I don’t know how it is for kids in the 21 st century classroom, but teachers did not take advantage of the so-called wasted time. I remember stomping down the steps of whichever suburban Philly rowhome I was living in at the time. Just enough steps to see out the window of the front door. 4 or 5 steps. I was loud, always accused of being an elephant coming down the steps. But I still thought I was doing something secretive. And the outside world ...