It is always pretty hilarious when my mom wakes me up to tell me that we have a two-hour delay or a snow day. Me, still in my half-asleep state, always exclaims something like “Aw, yeah!” or “Sweet!” with such fervent enthusiasm it is quite comical. I think it’s very telling what my natural, unbridled reaction is to the thought of what no school is like. The white, fluffy flakes falling from the sky give reason to celebrate.
Snow does a lot of favors for students: extra sleep, extra time to catch up on work, extra time to ourselves. Since snow days usually come as some sort of a surprise, the homework for the next day is already done and, therefore, the day can be spent however the heart desires. To most high school students, that means snuggling up with some hot chocolate and Netflix. (Guilty. Really guilty.) Something about a snow day makes it impossible to feel motivated and do anything else but veg out — and I’m not complaining.
Personally, I know that when I wake up after those six extra hours of sleep I indulge in on a snow day I immediately check outside my window to see how much damage has been done by the snow. The view is always spectacularly breathtaking — everything dusted or blanketed in white. Snow falls so quietly and beautifully — there really is nothing like it.
However, extra sleep and beauty aside, I have a real bone to pick with the excessive snow we’ve been getting over here in New England. First of all, I’m only 5’1”. I hope not many of you know what it is like to clean off a car covered in snow, when you really do not have any vertical advantages. Secondly: the ice. It’s everywhere. Even when you think it isn’t there, it is. Trust me. I did not confidently strut across my driveway and fall down after two steps on anything that even looked like ice. How dare it be so sneaky.
Also, if everything has not been recently coated in a beautiful layer of snow, it becomes that horrible, dirty, black and brown slush. And, if it has been snowing frequently, these snow/slush piles turn into impossibly high mountains that make driving dangerous. Not only that, it gives the town a feeling of being cluttered and inaccessible. Personally I am not enjoying the fact that the snow piles that have been around for three weeks are two to three feet taller than me — and I’ve been around for 18 years!
Snow also resides in the chilliest of temperatures. I’m sure everyone can relate to that dreaded moment when you finally step outside your house in the morning and feel that blast of frigid air. I’m not going to lie, that 7:30 a.m. emergence can hurt big time — OK, I may be a bit overdramatic but point is, it is really, really cold.
Although there are many pros and cons to the snow that falls over our town, I will always be grateful to live in a place where I can enjoy nature in all four of its seasons. Living in Connecticut brings the opportunity to experience each season in its entirety. It is from this fortune that I can take my pen to a page and write all that I love about snow and all that I hate. Although snow may be a bit controversial, I’m still hoping to excitedly exclaim “Aw, yeah!” at 6 a.m. many other mornings this winter.