Hooooo-eeeeey did we ever get a lot of snow on Saturday! It was blowing and drifting like you wouldn’t believe. We didn’t even venture out to play in it for fear that one of the children would go missing under a massive snow pile.
The most exciting part of the snowstorm happened on Friday. I’ve mentioned before how much I love snowstorms, mostly because I love snow days. I love watching the morning news, with the little ticker at the bottom telling you what is closed and what is not. SOMEONE at the university where I work is responsible for making that call. SOMEONE gets up early, presumably consults with other SOMEONE’s and says “the university is closed due to dangerous weather conditions”. There are cheers heard across the city, as students and staff alike rejoice in NOT having to go to school/work.
Well, on Friday, I was a SOMEONE. It being the Friday before March Break, many of the real bigwigs that would normally be consulted on such a matter had already taken off for (presumably) their respective, awesome family vacations, befitting of bigwigs. I was called in as an honourary bigwig to decide whether the university should be closed, thereby cancelling midterms, tests, continuing education classes and scheduled events. Of course, I voted in favour of cancelling (as did the others), and so, we closed.
Okay, so not such a big deal. It was, after all, a Saturday. But, I was ON THE WEATHER COMMITTEE. I am moving up, my friends, moving up. Indeed.