I steal this little ditty from my brother’s blog. My 8 yr old niece learned this at school:
Recipe for a snowstorm
Flush three scoops of ice cream down the toilet (preferably vanilla)
Hide a spoon under your pillow
Place a penny on your windowsill
Wear your pajamas inside out
Throw an ice cube out your window
It looks as if Geneva has finally been hit by this winter’s snowstorm that managed to bury the east coast a few weeks ago. Actually, it isn’t nearly as bad; schools haven’t been closed but yeah, there are a few inches on the ground.
One of the best parts of snow days when I was a kid was getting out of bed and rushing to the window to see how much snow hit the ground and hoping—praying—school would be canceled. The exhilaration! The excitement! Wide awake from a full night of sleep, homework done since you thought you were going to actually need it for class but, dammit: home all day! Nothing better than being a kid on a snow day.
Imagine, then, how sad I was when I read the following:
Due to anticipated inclement weather conditions, all New York City public schools will be closed tomorrow, February 10, 2010.
This was announced on February 9, one full day before school. Oh Mayor Bloomberg! How dare you cheat NYC kids of that anticipation!
My niece lives in Jersey. If she were a NYC school kid, I would have trekked through the tundra into the city and slapped Bloomberg silly. Or at least, thrown him into a snowdrift. I get that planning ahead helps parents deal with things like childcare, but c’mon! The thought of him taking away that excitement from any kid makes me sad.
I posted about the impending snowstorm on my Facebook status last night. Already, my own students—at the college level—were antsy in anticipation with the thought of class being canceled. Imagine what a hero I feel like today to let them know, that yes indeed, class is canceled. I didn’t know this last night, only finding out hours before class was to begin. I expect, knowing my students, word will spread quickly. Had I known last night, I am not sure I would have told them. Because we all need to feel like a kid again, as often as possible.
Below, is a fantastic clip of Emma singing an original song she wrote. Because as you all know how much I think GIRLS ROCK.