Snow days have an entirely different meaning when you are either a student or a teacher. Before my midlife decision to get out of the medical field and become a teacher I worked weekends at a local hospital in their physcial therapy department. It was a perfect job because it was good pay and my husband and I shared the responsiblity of caring for our daughters. There were many days when I was the only car on the road dodging snow plows, my fingers holding tight to the steering wheel. I remember listening to the radio and the announcer saying there would be no mail delivery. In my head I was remembering neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night keeps them from doing their job but here I am.
Now snow days are like having extra recess. Granted time must be made up, but it is a pleasant break from the usual schedule and the stress of driving in the snow.