Split Perspectives ~ Snow Day
I woke up this morning to the abrasive sound of my obnoxious text message ring tone, twenty five minutes before my alarm was supposed to go off. It was my student teacher.
“I heard on the radio that all buses were canceled today, so I looked on the board website and it says all schools are closed and the transportation is canceled… what does that mean??”
At 6:35 am, my heart exploded with joy.
“Michaela* my dear, it means go back to bed!”
And that’s what I did. I got up, went to the bathroom, and then crawled back into my warm, toasty bed. The dog didn’t even stir… she stayed curled up in a tight little ball at the foot of my bed.
Sure, before I fell back into a blissful sleep, I updated Facebook and texted a few of my coworkers to make sure they knew, but I mostly drifted back into a lovely, deep sleep.
I slept until 10:30, then did a few things around the house before going out to tackle the mess that the overnight snow had made of my driveway and sidewalk. While I was out, I was very grateful (for one of the only times this winter) that it has been so frigid outside. When it’s not frigid, the snow comes down heavy and thick, full of moisture, and it takes forever to move with a shovel. Every time that kind of snow shows up, I’m always just a little envious of the neighbours beside and across from me who have snow blowers. Today, though, the snow slid almost effortlessly across the pavement of the driveway and the sidewalk, and the only trouble I had while shoveling was that I’m starting to now know where to PUT the shoveled snow.
While shoveling, my trusty Canada Post mail carrier came and dropped off my mail, right into my mailbox, her head bopping along to some presumably rocking tunes, and then she plodded on through the piles of unshoveled snow and the snow banks to finish her route. She moved quickly and with purpose, I’m sure partly because it’s a big job but also because it was freezing cold out this afternoon. At -16, feels like -25, I’d hustle too. I thanked her, but I don’t think she heard me through the headphones.
When I was done shoveling, I took my phone out to the snow hill I’ve been creating in the front lawn, I flopped into the fluffy powder, and I took some selfies. (If you haven’t seen that video I linked there on the word Selfie, please take 8 minutes and watch it. It’s great.) Then I took the pooch into the backyard and we played! We played fetch with some sticks, with some tennis balls she found buried in the snow, and just with the snow in general. Her favourite game is when I kick snow in her face, and she tries to catch it. No joke… she’ll just stand in front of me and stare until I kick snow in her face.
WordPress’s Weekly Writing Challenge this week is to write a story from multiple perspectives. So here are a couple more Snow Day perspectives!
Christine’s alarm went off at 6:45 am. Time to get up, get the kids ready for school, and get to work. She got dressed slowly. She was exhausted from the day before. Working two jobs to pay for private school and the after school care necessary to let her work two jobs was set to kill her, she was sure.
‘Only a matter of time,’ she thought, as she plodded into the kitchen. She switched the news on in the living room to listen to the weather as she made lunches before waking the kids up.
“All schools closed and all transportation canceled due to inclement weather.”
“NO!” Christine ran to the window. “I have to go to work!”
Sure enough, the phone rang a minute later. It was Jen, calling her part of the private school phone tree to let Christine know that because the public schools were closed, so were they.
“Do you want to take my kids for the day?” sighed Christine. “I have to go to work, and my parents are in Jamaica.”
“I can’t! I’m so sorry!”
“That’s ok… I guess I was kidding,” Christine sighed. “I’ll find somewhere for them to go.”
She called all around, finally finding another Mom who happened to be able to work from home. They had daughters in the same class, and Sheila was happy to take Christine’s daughters until 3:30, when the babysitter would pick them up from Sheila’s.
Christine woke her girls up, got them dressed, packed them games and some snacks, and dropped them off at Sheila’s before heading off to her first job — delivering mail for Canada Post. She liked the job, but it was awfully cold outside and she dreaded the fact that as she started, she doubted many houses would have shoveled their sidewalks, driveways, and porches yet. It was going to be a long day. Waitressing to finish off the night would be busy, she was sure. No one ever wants to cook on snow days. It always seems like a good day to go out.
Christine picked Samantha and Luke up from the babysitter’s at 7:30. She took them home, gave them baths, and put them to bed. She flopped into bed herself and read until she fell asleep. What a long day.
Madeleine woke up to her blaring alarm at 5:15 am. She had her math exam at 10, and even though she went to bed at 2 for all the studying she’d been doing, she sincerely felt like she needed to study some more.
“Don’t over study,” her teacher had explained. But he didn’t get it. He didn’t know how much anxiety and stress this stupid exam was causing her. He didn’t understand how difficult she found math. He just didn’t see the hours she spent crying in frustration over her homework. He didn’t get that no matter how hard she tried, she just wasn’t going to understand it.
She thought if she could just study for a couple more hours, she might get it. She might be able to handle this. She downed a protein shake, and by 5:30, she had set everything out at the kitchen table, ready to study. She crammed everything she could into her brain for an hour and a half, and then started to gather her stuff up to go have a shower and be ready to catch the bus to school. Her Mom came out of her parents’ bedroom with a big smile on her face.
“Honey,” she exclaimed! “It’s a snow day! Sweetie, you can go back to sleep!”
Madeleine burst into tears. Everything she’d just crammed into her brain would not be there tomorrow, and she’d have to do this all over again. She hated how hard math would, and she ran to her bedroom in tears to curse this stupid snow day. No one got it, not even her Mom. She cried herself into a fitful sleep, knowing she’d just have to keep at it whenever she woke up.
Please note that Michaela is a made up name for a real person, and that Christine, Jen, Samantha, Luke, Sheila, Madeleine, and her Mom are all fictional characters invented for the sole purpose of this writing prompt. I made them up. Cool, huh? This is my brain not on report cards.
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