When did we start naming snowstorms? Has it always been that way? Or maybe I just never paid that much attention to the weather channel before, as it hardly ever affected my daily schedule when I was younger. Plus, I could pretty much safely rely on the fact that living in New Jersey guaranteed a less than impressive snowfall. Even in college, it snowed no more than five times, and only once do I recall it affecting my life in any significant fashion. And by that I mean I had a delayed opening the following day, so I was able to miss my 10:00 am class.
February 13th marked the third snow day since the beginning of this semester. That’s roughly one for every two weeks I have been in school in 2014. Professors have reminisced about how in their years and years of teaching, never have they seen a snow day.
The first snow day we had this year was the second day of school, and that granted me a three-day weekend. It was great–we hadn’t really started learning too much in class, and I was able to spend a great deal of time with friends who I didn’t get to see over winter break. We were able to catch up and enjoy dinner together without the pressure of studying for an exam in our futures.
The second snow day came at just about the most perfect time, a few days before our first exam of the semester. I was able to catch up on the studying I should have been doing days prior.
And now, here it is, snow day number three. I cannot say that I am upset it. Waking up without an alarm is truly a refreshing feeling. However, when I begin to think about the repercussions–that the lectures originally scheduled for today are not going to just vanish into thin air–my heart sinks. I think about the future times when days of class that originally were supposed to end at 3 will now extend, yet again, until 5 pm or later.
I suppose I should be more thankful for the time off. I generally am extremely productive on snow days. I catch up on work that I’ve fallen behind on, and I can do laundry and clean without worrying if I’ll have enough time to study at night. Maybe I’m just upset I’m not five years old anymore, and making snow angels and snow people out in my front lawn just is not as socially acceptable as it once was. I guess that doesn’t mean I still can’t do it…