Sunday
7:00 p.m.: I cross my fingers and pray that it snows "enough" to cancel school the next day.
7:49 p.m.: It snows a dreadful TWO INCHES and pretty much every school in western Tennessee, Alabama, Mississippi, northern Louisiana and eastern Arkansas are closed. I jump for joy.
7:50 p.m...................................................................................................................................................
Monday
..................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... - 6:50 p.m.: Ab-so-lute-ly nothing.
6:53 p.m.: I find out that the neighboring school district - Shelby County Schools - is closed again the next day.
7:00 p.m.: BCS National Championship (which is equal in awe-worthy stature to meeting every Power Ranger at the same time)
11:30 p.m.: I look on the local news' website hoping to see that Memphis City Schools has cancelled classes. Get depressed. Decide to wake up at 4 a.m. to see what the decision was. Go to bed.
Tuesday
4:05 a.m.: My alarm goes off to start the day. My wife rolls over and tells me that school's not cancelled. I think about drinking the Clorox beneath our sink to create an excuse to go to the hospital instead of school.
6:40 a.m.: Arrive at school. Mrs. Willis says to me, "Is your room destroyed, too? Ms. Gunn's room is a disaster, she has a leak."
6:41 a.m.: Get to my room, slowly open the door and find nothing wrong.
6:42 a.m.: I hear the other teachers on my team talking in the hall, I look closely and realize that their rooms are submerged in two inches of nasty, chemically-treated water, in addition to a huge, murky puddle in the hall.
7:15 a.m.: Kids arrive, we ship them to the auditorium
7:32 a.m.: I realize how much my life is going to suck thanks to 160 devilish 8th graders in one confined space.
8:15 a.m.: Life still sucks.
10:42 a.m.: Life still sucks.
10:49 a.m.: Life still sucks.
11:40 a.m.: Mess is cleaned up, kids are bouncing off the walls, administration tells us that we should resume our day as normal.
11:42 a.m.: Life still sucks.
11:55 a.m.: The heathens arrive at the Classe di Lowe rowdier-than-ever.
11:57 a.m. - 2:05 p.m.: Completely useless time because half the kids were exhausted from talking themselves to death and don't want to pay attention to one, single word coming out of my mouf.
4:19 p.m.: Praying that it snows tonight.
We get snow storms up here in Buffalo (not as bad as the reputation we have...) but as a fellow 8th grade teacher, I can tell you that we all wish for a snow day where we have a little breather and do not have to drive in to school for a "teacher" day. We've had our moments up here where the districts have decided to have school and called it off within 2 hours. 160 in the aud is something... So is a classroom filled with 70 kinds each morning just because they like you and want to "hang" in your room. ;)
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