Days 73-75: SNOW DAYS

So... to recap: Tuesday night I and probably all of my colleagues went to bed - late - with the assumption that we'd get the hallowed text the next morning to let us know that there would be no school. After all, there was hardly any snow on the last day of term - and it was properly snowing this time. I had been regularly texting random people out of sheer excitement as it got heavier.

So, six thirty in the morning, I'm woken by my alarm. I reach for my mobile and, there it is: a text. I open it, half asleep but safe in the knowledge that soon I would be going back to the land of nod. All I need is those three words: School. Is. Closed. I open the message, and find:

"School is open. Boo."

I have never felt so disappointed in my whole life. I can't describe it. I dragged myself, almost literally screaming, into school. The picturesque winter wonderland that greeted me did little to ease my malaise. What a bummer.

Over our 8am cigarettes my colleagues and I mused over the irony that, as predicted before as an impossibility, we were in fact stood, smoking in the snow. I wondered aloud how many kids would actually turn up.

As it happened, not a lot. I had five turn up to my year 9 class. We watched Holes. Luckily, that was all I was going to "teach" that day (the class, not watching the film.) We eagerly checked our emails throughout the morning, waiting to hear if we'd be sent home. Luckily, that email came to say that the school would shut at lunchtime. Another email said that anyone not teaching in period three (right before lunch) could leave at break if they had a long way to drive. This did not impress my colleague, who was the only person teaching in the department then. I stayed out of solidarity, and then went to the pub. What a day.

Having gone from abject misery in the morning to absolute euphoria later when, after a few more emails and texts, we were granted both Thursday AND Friday off too.

The perfect end to the easiest week of teaching, ever.