Setting the scene:
It's Wednesday night, the last week and a half have been full of hard tests and boring classes, when finally you hear that it's supposed to snow tonight. Not just a light dusting that swiftly falls off the car, no a good hard storm that's bound to bring a foot of snow. The nerds, (like me) have already finished their homework for the next day, are sitting at the window trying to predict the severity of the storm. The slackers were putting off their homework, they were wishing for a storm all day waiting to have a day off. But, the sun has gone down and school still hasn't been called off. Students are praying for the snow to come down hard tonight and early into the next morning. They go to bed dejected because the snow still hasn't started yet. The slackers are still up trying to get some of the homework they never did done in case of school tomorrow.
However, it's now early in the morning, the sun is barely peeking through the thick clouds in the sky. Snow is falling in thick flakes, the windows are covered along with the streets and side walks. The air is still, there is no sound. Not even the birds are moving about. But soon there is a piercing sound that is echoing through out the neighborhood, a phone is ringing. Then another phone is ringing, and soon the whole street is alive. The only news that comes this early is the things that everyone is wishing for.
There is no school today.
Some parents wake their kids to tell them the great news, others let their children sleep cause lord knows they need it.
As the day went on, some kids shoveled, others went out and some stayed inside. But the day was not wasted.
This is how I felt on Thursday when I was woken up by the loud ringing of the phone and my mother telling my their was no school. I got paid to shovel then decided to rearrange my room, I felt I needed a change of scenery. Not the my room was big enough to actually change any scenery, but whatever. So as I'm sitting here, in my newly arranged room, typing this, I wonder if anyone really wants to know about my snow day. But for the few that may read this, the day was awesome. Well other then shoveling for two hours...
But even though I had most of the day to my self and all the time in the world, I don't think I wrote once. How sad is that? My story just sitting on my laptop waiting to have something written down in it, only to stay there and be neglected. But it will not be neglected for long, after this I will be turning back to start writing some more. I can't promise that it will be good, but I can promise it will be something.
I will write soon,
Maggie ♥
Hello Maggie! I'm hoping you don't mind if a really old person comments on your writings. If you do, please say and I will stop. But your two postings, this one and Crying, Crying Softly, brought back many memories for me. So many years have past since Abe Lincoln and I were in school, but one thing evidently hasn't changed with the passage of time. Snow Days are precious to kids! Since there were no cell phones back then, our way hearing if schools were closed came via our local radio station in my modest city. When it was announced though, every single kid i the city sung forth with their version of Handel's Messiah Hallelujah Chorus! Possibly it meant just a little more to us than nowadays because we all had to walk to school. Buses! What buses? Though I didn't walk 8 miles one way like Lincoln, elementary was 11 blocks away, junior high was one mile away, and high school was 2.5 miles away. So no not have to walk out in the cold was grand news indeed! LOL, we shoveled snow a bunch like you, and tried to find other ways to occupy our time. Anyway, thank you for that little trip down memory lane! Take Care! Don
ReplyDeleteI'm glad that two of my posts brought you down memory lane, I try to relate my post to as many people as possible and knowing that you liked them really made me happy. I hope you keep reading! ☺
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Hello Again Maggie! Thank you for your comments, and I will definitely keep reading! A True Pleasure! TC Don
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