I’ve heard a lot about snow days and the soft, coddled-ness of modern children lately.
Snow days, it seems, never happened for a lot of people in the way-back-when good old days.
I feel sorry for those people. I mean, I’m old, but I’m not that awful old. I’m certainly younger than a lot of people who are apparently mystified by the concept.
Snow days, as a kid, were the best days ever. At Philipsburg-Osceola, they started with getting up in the wee, freezing hours of the morning, hauling yourself out of bed, looking out at a blanket of white and catching your breath.
You didn’t want to get dressed. I mean, why waste a perfectly good opportunity to spend a day in your pajamas, eating cereal and watching “I Dream of Jeannie?” So you headed right for the radio, switching on WPHB and waiting for Sheldon Sharpless to say those magical words. School was canceled.
Today, there is no wait. The minute the decision is made, you get a call from Superintendent Gregg Paladina. There is no standard canned “snow day” call. Paladina records a new message each and every time, telling parents exactly why the decision was made. On Wednesday, he explained around 6 a.m. that school was delayed because of the icy conditions. About an hour later, the follow up call said that it was not safe enough and he was calling school off for the day.
Snow days may not be as much fun for parents as they were when they were kids. Instead of reruns and sledding, you have to scramble for daycare or call off work.
But maybe we can all take a minute, appreciating that the moves are done with our kids’ safety in mind, and remember how great a snow day was 20 years or so ago. If you’ve forgotten, ask your kids to explain it.