Not Another Snow Day...

When I was younger the beginning of the new year ment one thing, snow days.
One thing I loved without any doubt was a snow day, especially a well deserved snow day.
You know, one of those days where you didn't expect it, one of those days that just come out of the blue. Me and my brother would sit around the radio waiting to hear the cancallation, with my mother making breakfast behind us also wishing for that cancallation, being a teacher.
But now, now that I'm in university the last thing that I want is a snow day.
Now that I pay for school, and now that I have hideously long labs, that if missed comprimise my entire class mark.
Today is one of those days, I'm waiting on comfrimation on afternoon classes, seeing as morning classes are cancelled.
Please, please don't let me miss my stupid organic chem lab...please.

Snow dangers..

Snow.

I love snow, to an extent.

And I do believe the barrier of which I love snow is definitely being pushed.

One of my very best friends is home from school, and another is home after being halfway across the country for almost eleven months. Tonight was the night I was going to see them for the very first time, along with many other friends that have been away for school.

Unfortunately a storm has hit, this storm continues to pelt my town with centimeters and centimeters of snow.

The snow makes the roads unbearable.

It would be easy enough to just walk to my destination, but the threat of freezing rain is keeping me indoors. I personally enjoy my Christmas break sans pneumonia.

So I'm stuck.

Inside.

Away from my friends.

Away from everybody.

Alone.

I'm so discouraged, maybe I'll bake.

Baking cools me down, evens me out.

And even if I it doesn't cool me down, I can always eat what I've made and veg out on the couch.