Snow Day

Oh how the smell of a snow day hangs heavy in the crisp winter air tonight. I awoke last night, as the rest of my campus did, to the glorious sound of a text message from none other than our school's digital alert system declaring the following day of classes as canceled. A smile spread across my sleepy face as I drifted back into dreams of the free time and frostbite that I would soon wake up to on this Tuesday morning. And when I did, after braving the icy, freezing conditions of the storm for about 15 frigid minutes in an attempt to get some breakfast, I decided that it was best for my sensitive, Californian body to go into hibernation mode and remain indoors until I could go outside without the winter windburn making my eyes water and my face feel raw. Call me a complainer, but being raised on sunshine and year-round summers, I am completely comfortable with acknowledging myself as a winter wimp. After receiving the second "school is canceled" text tonight, I sat there in my bed once again, wondering just what I am going to do with all of this time on my hands. I'm not sure that I have had more than an hour free to do absolutely nothing since this semester started. But thanks to these sudden snow days, my possibilities are endless. Just as long as I don't go outside of course...