When I lived in South Dakota as a kid growing up, snow days were eagerly hoped for and welcomed with open arms. I'll never forget the day my prediction of a snow day came true in spite of Dad's belief that we would have school the next day. Living in California close to the coast eliminated the possibility of snow days from my high school years, and living on the Northland Baptist Bible College campus meant that we could make it to class in almost any weather.
In moving to Missouri, I hoped for snow days again. Yes, even though it meant being a little behind in my class schedule for the year, I was willing to pay the price. Isn't it ironic that the first REAL snow days I have seen since my move 2 and a half years ago have come in the year I am not teaching in a regular school classroom?
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