It is winter in Wisconsin! This means we are in a season of snow, cold temperatures, ice, dangerous roads, the possibility of school closings. Some of the smaller outlying districts have already used some snow days this year by being closed related to weather conditions. Our district, one of the larger districts in our area, is usually slow to close.
I understand that it is a hard decision to make – whether to stay open with an impending storm on the way that might cause dangerous conditions for both students and staff – or to close, assuming the storm will stay on track and deliver what is promised, making the decision the right one.
Some years’ closures hae been on target and other times, the decision has missed the mark, leaving probably only parents wondering why their students were home and not in class.
Last night, just before 9 p.m., we got a text message stating that our district would be closed today. It wasn’t really snowing all that much, but approximately eight inches were expected overnight. My teenager was happy. As he came in from our heated barn, which is actually my husband’s woodshop, and now houses an art studio on the second story, I delivered the news. An expletive passed his lips, but it was used to denote his elation at the circumstance, not show frustration. Still, I couldn’t pass up the chance to reprimand his choice of language.
Anyway, it is now just a little past 8 a.m. and my boy is still sleeping. Sleeping in, even just a little bit. on a day school has been canceled seems like a mandatory celebration that has to take place. He’ll be up shortly, of that I am sure. He was excited to have an “extra day” to get “things” done. Since the semester change, he has been able to spend more time on his artwork – finishing a custom paint job on a ukulele for a friend, and painting his new cleats for the upcoming track season. Yesterday, several hours were spent brainstorming and sketching out the foundation for a new oil painting on a large canvas. Our “art boy” did not have art class last semester, with soccer and mandatory junior classes, including an AP class, there was not time in his schedule for the subject he loves the best. I already see a difference, a renewed sense of passion and joy, as he delves into new projects for which he’ll have time to complete.
Despite most of the area schools being closed today, I will be going to work for the first day of gainful employment in twenty years! Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been busy. I have not let any grass grow under my feet, having been a highly involved community member and serious graduate student, lending credibility to the knowledge I’ve amassed through leading community groups. But, getting up, doing some household chores, making myself presentable for work, all while watching the clock and feeling a few butterflies in my stomach as I plan to leave a little early due to the snow, signifies my re-entry into the world of work. It is a place I am happy to be going, despite the snow day!