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I grew up in a nice community where they will spend bazillions of dollars a year on snow plows to be known notoriously as the district that stays open when every other district in the county calls it quits.

I did not get a single snow day until high school, when I filtered into the district that included more areas.

Now I teach right back in the same snow-day hating district I grew up in, and dude…it sucks. I was up at five watching the news and hitting refresh on the school’s website as a veritable mountain continued to build over my car. And I sat in amazement as, just as they did for all those years, the news continued to report that the storm was hitting nowhere worse than here, yet our school did not even give a late start.

Immediately after this, I go straight to the brewery for another hailstorm of responsibility before the bar even opens today. Will our new supplier be able to make the first giant delivery? Will I be able to make it to the bank to make three annoying seperate deposits? Answers to these exciting questions and more throughout this day that I will inevitably spend dreaming of hot chocolate and movies as I work from 7am until 1am straight through!