By Jane Aronds
Today marks the end of 2014’s second full week of school (a.k.a. the longest week of my life). Seriously, whose idea was it to have five full days of school? With five snow days, two delayed openings, numerous federal holidays and standardized tests (thank you, HSPAs), I had just begun to forget what it felt like to have a full school week
I’m currently petitioning for a new school-wide holiday called “No School New Year” (similar to last year’s “No School November”). When the ball dropped on January 1, students across the country yelled, “Happy No Year!”
As I desperately wait six weeks until Spring Break, I can only wish for some rare and extreme weather condition to strike 550 Dorian Rd., ensuring that we never have a five day school week again. Imagine it: a blizzard, a monsoon, a typhoon, a hurricane, hail the size of minivans, acid rain, giantic meteorites, really, really thick fog, a stampede of giraffes, ANYTHING.
Maybe since St. Patrick’s Day is Monday, some of my Irish luck will rub off and grant this wish (the luck o’ the Irish, eh?) Oh magic leprechauns, please hear me! I wish for Monsoon Monday, Tornado Tuesday, Windy Wednesday, Typhoon Thursday and Foggy Friday. The WHS administration definitely would not want its students blowing away to Oz in extremely windy conditions or floating away in a flash flood (that would so not look good on an insurance claim). Am I right?
Now as I sit daydreaming out the window, I can only hope that someone actually does answer this prayer and cancels school next week to keep WHS students safe. (And well rested.)