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Snow Day! Wait. Freezing Rain and Ice Day? Little Snow But the Roads Are Shit Day?

And of course, I didn't realize this until I heard the announcement on the radio en route to school. At first, I thought the cancellation applied only to private schools, because they usually only cancel school for those whose parents are wealthy enough to have one parent at home on a full-time basis and whose automobiles (read: SUVs) have no trouble getting around in this weather anyway. Why is that? In any case, I was wrong, and it would appear that my efforts to raise a geek are at least moderately paying off: Maddie's response to the news was, "Oh, now, that just STINKS."

My school is cancelled, too (my response: "THANK GOD"), so we'll be spending our day eating oatmeal, drinking hot cocoa, crossing our fingers that my Netflix shows up today (we're expecting "A Christmas Story"), and breaking that up with a trip to the laundromat and possibly having the Gessners over.

Dream last night: Tracey and I were back at Auburn High School (a recurring nightmare for me, although this variation was new), and the school had been taken over by NeoNazi-like administrators who were singling out teachers and students of "questionable" lifestyle. Needless to say, I was scared. We were in the auditorium, being forced to watch a horribly biased and inaccurate "documentary" on everything from punk rock to homosexuality, and I was sitting next to my former theatre teacher (who is gay). One of the Neo-Nazi dudes forced us to wear headsets with built-in microphones so that he could eavesdrop on our conversations, and down the aisle, people were being brutally murdered for wearing shirts with anarchy symbols and the like. After the auditorium segment, we went on a field trip to see a ballet (can't remember what it was; only that it featured the music of Wagner - Hitler's favorite, wasn't he?). Back at school, I bumped into Trace en route to her English class and told her, "I HATE high school." I wandered the hallways aimlessly after realizing that I hadn't bothered to check either my schedule or my locker assignment before showing up for the first day of class (go figure). On my way to the office to get my locker assignment, I ran into my elementary school principal, who was leading a covert operation to overthrow the NeoNazis from within the administration, and I told her, "I don't have TIME for this shit. Why am I taking high school classes when I'm in nursing school? The schedules aren't even compatible. And I LIKE gay people AND punk rock music. This is bullshit." And I left.

And I woke up and thought, If only it really had been that easy. And then, Wait. It was. And I smiled.