We Are Not Amused
Gimme a flippin’ break.
A “Snow Day?” It’s more like a “SnowFLAKE Day.”
The local Terre Haute (That’s French for, “Class Dismissed.”) School Board has a new person leading the charge and he is not under indictment unlike his immediate predecessor. This Newbie is from out of town and seems to be somewhat Snow-a-phobic.
I think that this guy’s previous gig was with a school district up near Chicago. In that area of the Midwest a “Light dusting of snow” can be 18 – 24 inches deep. So, I can understand why he panicked when the local Weather Bunny predicted “Maybe 1 to 2 inches of snow.” In his experience he translated that into “Bring the Huskies inside and I’ll go buy milk and toilet paper.”
I guess it is all a matter of one’s experience.
Not to brag, or even, God forbid, be creative, but (As we codgers say), “When I was a kid we never had Snow Days.” I always walked to school. It was more than a mile and uphill both ways. OK, that last part is not completely true. I did walk to school every day, but it was uphill only once a day. I just don’t remember which direction. It had something to do with the curvature of the Earth. One thing for sure though was that we never had classes cancelled because of the weather. And, NO, I did not grow up in Florida. I might have preferred that, but the hills of Western PA were my incubator.
So, yesterday was a “Snow Day” in Terre Haute (That’s French for “Somebody stole the school bus!”) and cancelling classes like that has repercussions far beyond the Tater Tots warming in the school cafeteria.
When the word gets out that a “Snow day” has been called there are Working Parents all over town going into paroxysms of panic. All of a sudden they rediscover that they have kids to take care of, feed, and arrange bail for when that had not been in their Day Planner.
“Cancel all of my appointments! School is cancelled!”
“Somebody else is going to have to make tacos! School is cancelled!”
“Tell my Meth Dealer I’ll be late! School is cancelled!”
When the School Board 86s classes because of a snowflake or two all of those kids who should be at their desks – are at home. The older kids aren’t going to be satisfied with daytime TV and frozen corndogs for lunch. They are going to head out the door looking for something or someone to annoy.
In the name of Public Safety – if you are going to cancel classes wait until the snow gets six feet deep. It is just an idea. Perhaps it needs more thought, but it is a place to start.
Barring that, I am going to suggest that on our next “Snow Day” all of those anxious parents drop off their kids at the school district offices and let them deal with it. That might eliminate the entire problem in a hurry.
Thank you – no applause please. I’m only trying to help.