The Next Morning

I believe I left off my last post on what was Sunday night for me, and after what had been a pretty snowy day. Well, apparently that evening brought even more snow, and there was a nice, bumpy, slippery sheet of ice over every road. I woke up, hoping for a call or email saying school had been canceled, but nothing ever came. After many careful steps down the powdery stairs of my apartment building, I inched my way across town in the heavy traffic, with no one daring to go faster than 25 kilometers per hour. My small car, with its special yellow license plate designating it as an especially small car, can feel every bump in the road on a clear day. Monday's conditions allowed me to feel all of the bumps in the road, slips of the tires, and filled me with doubt as to whether or not I'd be able to get to the kindergarten. I eventually made it and was able to join the other teachers in the shoveling of the snow in the parking lot. It was actually my first time shoveling snow in my whole life, so it was pretty fun. Later when it stopped snowing, we took all the kids outside to play in the mounds and mounds of snow. Seeing as there was about two feet of snow evenly spread out across the playground, there was plenty for everyone. Plenty for a snowman, an igloo, a small mountain, and a dozen snowballs headed my direction. The next day, I learned that elementary school students have far better aim with their snowballs.