My daughters are on winter break now, but last week the girls were beside themselves. They felt they deserved a snow day on Tuesday, Dec. 17, and didn't get one.
My high school freshman, Julia, attends the morning program at Bridgeport's Aquaculture School. Bridgeport schools were cancelled, so Julia got to sleep later than her sister Caroline, a senior. Here is how they described their Non-Snow Day.
Caroline: "I was very upset when mom woke me up at 6:15. It was snowing outside. That means a snow day. At least a snow delay."
Julia: "I was upset also. I didn't need to get up since Aquaculture was cancelled. I didn't need to be at school until 10:30, but Caroline woke me up."
Caroline: "I didn't mean to wake you up."
Julia: "You came into my room screaming what a horrible life you have. That's going to wake me up. Why were you in my room?"
Caroline: "I was looking for my boots."
Julia: "Why would they be in my room?"
Caroline: "Never mind. I had to be on the bus at 7 a.m. Since they changed the route this year we ride a short bus. Everybody was upset. There is nothing worse than an angry, screaming group of short busers. I can't wait to get a car.
"First period, snow was still coming down. Second period, the teacher is trying to keep our attention, but everyone is staring out the window. `Mike keep your eyes inside,' the teacher kept saying. `I know it's snowing.'
"At 10:30, they normally make the call on whether they are going to have early dismissal. Our third period teacher isn't in class because he has to drive down from somewhere near Hartford every morning, so we were stuck watching a video of something that we watched last week. No one was watching it. We all just stared out the window, then back to the clock, then back out the window, hoping for an announcement. At 10:35 I realized it would be a long day."
Julia: "I was able to go back to sleep after Caroline woke me up. Mom set my alarm for 9:30. She made breakfast for me, all I had to do is heat it up. I ate breakfast, then finished watching a TV show on Netflix that I started last night. A boy who lives a few blocks away also attends the canceled aquaculture class with me. His mother drove us both. They pulled right in front of the house. After a few minutes in a nice, quiet, warm car we arrived at school. I politely thanked Mrs. Benton. My first class was lunch."
Caroline: "Fourth period. One boy just stares out the window at his car. `Do you think anyone will slide into my car?' he asks no one in particular. `Oh shut up and get away from the window,' I wanted to scream. `Someone hitting it would be an improvement. I've seen your car. It's yellow. What type of a guy drives a yellow car? I hope our short bus hits it on the way out.' "
Julia: "After lunch we watch a video."
Caroline: "Finally, a free period. I get about 100 texts from my friends at Wilton and Darien high schools. They are off and having parties or watching TV marathons. I got a message from my friend Claire that Stamford was closing early. One text was from another girl here at Fairfield Ludlowe. She heard that the reason we don't have snow days is because the superintendent is from Canada. By the next period the rumor has spread, and there are remarks about Canadian bacon, learning the metric system and socialized medicine. I heard him speak at graduation last year. Did he end sentences with an `eh?' "
Julia: "Not a bad day so far. My friend Allora just handed me a birthday gift. My birthday was last weekend."
Caroline: "I looked the superintendent up on the school district's website. He's from West Hartford, eh? As a senior, graduation day is already fixed, or we will be out on internships, so seniors really don't have to make up snow days. Freshmen, sophomores and juniors will have to make them up at the end of the year. I really want snow days. Why can't we have a few snow days? We had snow days last year, and even a few days when the roof blew off. Why is our roof still attached? Time to get on the short bus."
Julia: "While riding home, I opened Allora's present. That was very thoughtful of her, eh?"
Thomas Lawlor lives in Southport with his wife and two daughters. His "A Father's Journal" appears every other Friday.