Tales of Tenth Grade

As I sit here on our eighth straight day without school, I figured that I would classify my experiences on each surprise day off. 1. The First Snow Day (snow days left for the year: 4) The First Snow Day is by far the best one. Nothing makes me happier than finding out that my weekend is going to be a day longer than expected. It's always fun and relaxing to sit at home and watch the grey, post-autumn-foliage world get coated in a blanket of fluffy snow. As long as the power doesn't go out (side note: somehow I never lost power), I am free to do whatever I want to help relax myself in anticipation of our return to school. 2. The Second Snow Day (snow days left for the year: 3) The Second Snow Day is mostly expected, especially after hearing about all of the power outages in town. This extra day off is nice, but not quite as nice as the first one, since at this point, I haven't seen my friends in six days. To ease this thought, I think to myself that seeing them...

6:00 a.m. My phone tells me it's time to go to school. I reply with a groan and try to unwind, but I think about all of the homework that is assigned.  There's a different feeling this time; my room is cool. Bright streams of white light leak through my blinds, and my two windows allow these two streams to meet. I get up and walk through the center of my room to the nearest source of light. Slowly, I lift up a blind. My eyes cannot adjust to the brightness.  A few blinks later, I can see snow from the trees to the street. I squint to try to make out the green of the trees, a magnificent sight. Looking away, my eyes readjust. I long to see that old cypress. Three knocks on my squeaky wooden door. Mom walks in. "School was canceled," she said. Oh how long it's been. I sink back into my bed hoping to recover the sleepiness that just troubled my eyes. I fail, knowing that there is a sector of snow in my backyard to colonize. A warm breakfast is f...