**Let it Snow**

"Anything can happen on a snow day." --Snow Day, 2000

Remember that great movie? I don't think I've watched it since about 2002, but I know that it depicts every real "snow day" I've ever experiened. Which is, well...not many. Many of my most vivid and precious memories are of elementary and middle school snow days. The neighboorhood snowball fights, the frozen 4-wheeler rides, the piles of wet clothes on the laundry room floor. I remember building my first snowman on a 4th grade snow day; my neighbor came outside with her camera and later created a cheesy fake magazine cover with our picture on it. That picture was on our fridge for about 2 years. On another snow day, I remember coming inside for lunch to hear from Channel 7 that Mr. Rogers (as in the land of Make Believe, trolleys, and Lady Eliane) had passed away. Most of my memories of my friend David are from snow days as well. When you live on the border of the Delta, snow days are just special.

It never snowed enough to have a real snow day when I was in high school. Within those four years, school let out a few times, but mainly because of icy roads or mere sprinkles that melted by noon. Which brings me to say that last weekend I not only experienced a real snow day for the first time in over 5 years, but two of them! Here's a short re-cap:

Thursday night: ATU cancels classes for Friday. This resuts in much excitement, partying, and movie-watching.


Friday: Learned what life must be like for glass figureines that live in snowglobes. Witnessed the falling of the biggest snowflakes I've ever seen in my life. Participated in many snowball fights. Risked life by driving on roads to get to Crow Mountain and Old Post Park. Sledded down many hills. Grilled hot dogs, sandwhiches, and cantelope (we like experimenting) on an illegal George Foreman girll in a dorm room. Insert frozen feet and more movie watching.

Saturday: More life risking, more sledding. Built a snowman for the second time in my life. This one was a little more impressive than my first: 8.5 feet tall. It took much man(and woman)power, time, and cafeteria fruit. More cold feet, more movie watching.

Sunday: Went to church, which, conicidently, happened to be the location of our Snow Beast. We got recognized for it in church. Little kids and adults wanted their picture taken with it. This must be similar to the feeling a parent gets when everyone wants to hold their newborn child. What a great day!

While our snow man will probably live for another 3 weeks, the white has mostly faded from the rest of the ground. Classes have resumed. Tests and homework have returned. Today, I've had almost 5 hours of free time to work on my growing to-do list. What have I accomplished? Nothing. And I have this great, extreme urge for dancing. I may or may not have gotten down in my room eariler, or driven to Sonic Happy Hour just so I could jam. What can I say? The snow day made me do it.