Oh Mr. Snow, Snow

I don't care how many years I lived in Utah, I never got used to having to go to school when it snowed. I know that if that were the case, I would never have gone to class from November-March, which probably would have been a waste of tuition and blah blah blah. I still don't care. I have a very active inner-child, and that child expects to stay home at the first sign of a flake. I felt like I was betraying little Gena with every slodgey step I made towards campus.

People like to complain that the DC area completely shuts down with a little bit of snow. They're absolutely right. Everything goes into a panic and shuts down, its kind of ridiculous how handicapping one little inch can be. It's one of my favorite things about living here.

That being said, I feel a little cheated by the snow this year. The first big storm didn't do anything except make us miss our Christmas flight. The decent snowfall over the weekend did manage to get classes classes canceled on Friday. Which would be great if I had class on Fridays to begin with (3 day weekends every weekend almost make law school worth it). As far as I'm concerned snow is only good for two things: looking moderately pretty and holiday-esque (this benefit expires after Christmas. A winter wonderland can only exists when it brings the promise of imminent presents) and getting school canceled. It did reasonably well on the first thing so far, but I'm getting frustrated by its inability to deliver on the second part.

So, now that my little weatherbug predicts snow for tomorrow, I'm getting a little excited. Every time I see the little snowflake icon, the dreams of hot cocoa and sleeping in fill my head and everything on the horizon seems wonderful. I'm still going to do my reading like a good girl because I don't quite trust the snow to not betray me again, but my inner child is still doing a happy dance.