It was 11:30pm and my wife looked defeated. After watching 90 minutes of local news, spread across five networks, the answer was…inconclusive.

Is there school tomorrow or not?

Her fellow teachers were texting all night long:

Any word?
Is there class 2morrow?
This sux.

The forecast called for 8” to 14” of snow, and so far, the Nor’ Easter was playing out exactly as the meteorologists had scripted. Yet New York City Mayor Michael Bloomberg was too busy standing in front of piles of salt to say whether or not the city’s public schools would be closed the next day.

I don’t understand why closing schools is such a big deal. Shouldn’t safety trump rigidity? We all get that schools act as one big Babysitter’s Club. But pulling the plug on a day of education is unlikely to keep the next generation out of Harvard.

The message here is that the thrill of a snow day, regardless of your age, never grows old.

My wife and her colleagues could simply call in sick or use a personal day. But no. There’s something exhilarating and vindicating about a snow day.

I’m not sure who’s more excited to be off, the students or the teachers. Let’s call it even.

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