Portions of this post previously appeared on Art Teacher Hate Glitter on January 26th, 2011.
You’ve stayed up late, watching TV. Finally, you turn off the lights and settle into bed for the evening. Alas, sleep won’t come. You’re tossing and turning. Your mind is racing and your nerves are firing.
“What if it doesn’t happen?” you think.
“What if it’s not what I expected?” you wonder.
“What if…” but you’ve finally drifted off.
After a brief visit to dreamland, your mind wakens you suddenly. You look at the clock, dreading what it will show you. 3:00 am. What to do? What to do? You roll over, hoping a change in position will bring sleep again. No luck. You drag yourself out of bed and use the bathroom. Back in bed, you try to calm your frantic thoughts.
“Ugh. I just know I’m going to be disappointed.”
“Ugh. I just know he lied to me again.”
“Ugh. I just know it’s not going to be what he promised last night.”
Finally, you drift off again for a couple of more hours. Upon waking again, you glance at the clock. 4:45 am. Close enough. Throwing on a sweatshirt and your slippers, you head downstairs and turn on the living room TV. And you wait. Nothing. You wait a few more minutes. Still nothing. Finally, you curl up with a blanket on the couch, hoping to catch a few more zzz’s. Suddenly, you hear it. You bolt upright and listen carefully. Surely your mind was merely playing tricks on you. But there it was again. Your heart races with excitement.
The other day, this image of a tweet showed up on my Facebook feed. I was going to write a pretty snarky response to it, but the reactions to the tweet, found here and here, pretty much covered it. I mean, are we not human too? What human adult wouldn’t be excited to have a day off from work? I know many, non-teacher adults, who also hoped for snow days with this blizzard. Supposedly there was an apology issued, but I couldn’t find it, because, interestingly enough, @KarenRFM no longer exists on Twitter. Gee, can’t imagine why.