Snow Daze

For years, Washington County Schools has been notorious for waiting until 6:30 in the morning to officially call a snow day. I can remember as a kid always getting excited the night before hoping that mom or dad might get "the call" that signals a day out of a school... if you're catching my drift. There's no secret that ,as kids, we capitalized on every snow day and ensured that we had a ball. The day was always filled with doing morning chores while covered to our noses in layers of warmth followed by endless hours of snow-related activities before going back inside to warm up with hot chocolate and relaxing in the living room under piles of blankets. But, my question is if we get so excited for a day that is brought about by severe weather conditions, why can't we get just as excited about every other day on the calendar? What makes snow days so special? Besides the day off of school, there is always time to make those snow angels or build those snowmen, so why can't we take time after school, or work, or practice to enjoy the weather? Why does it take an entire day off from our regular lives to force us to realize the hidden potential the day might hold? I feel we get to distracted at times of what our days look like on a regular basis. We live every day like it's the same. I mean, every name of the days of the week end the same. It is up to us to figure out what it is that makes a "Tues"day or a"Wednes"day and so on.

I remember on one specific snow day, I did what some kids do out of pure curiosity and idiocy. I licked a freezing cold pole just to prove that it wouldn't get stuck. Wouldn't ya know it, my tongue was just fine thank you very much! My mistake was that I tried it again and the results were horrifically different. Yup, you read that right, my tongue was frozen to a pole. Thankfully, it was just the tip of my tongue. Upon a momentary freak out between my sisters and myself, we knew just who to ask to figure out this entire mess: mom and dad. My little sister ran inside to get their attention. Unfortunately, they HAD warned us kids specifically to NOT do this, so their reply was expected but not wanted. They sent my little back outside with a lukewarm washcloth. The cloth did manage to warm the pole up slightly which made the act of ripping my tongue off the pole a little more bearable but still a very traumatizing event. After three hours of nursing a bleeding tongue with a different cold cloth, I had most definitely learned to NEVER try that again. Here's another question, why are the lessons we learn mostly from life-changing events? Why can't we learn to treat people right from watching cows share hay instead from years of experiencing anti-bullying? Why can't we learn how to appreciate life from a walk in a park instead of  from near-death experiences?

So the moral is this, there is definitely "snow" place like home when it comes to extreme weather, but learn to appreciate the things that every day brings us instead of the days we deem special enough to enjoy.


Stay Warm,

Scuyler Zenger
NCD President