“Nate? It’s Superintendent Phil Connors.”
Suddenly as if given a B12 I’m wide awake running around getting dressed. Not that Phil could see me, but talking to my boss in a pair of cartoon pajama pants just didn’t feel appropriate.
“Phil! Yeah, hi! What’s going on?” I say with the brightness and vigor of a cup of coffee coursing through my veins.
“I know it’s the last day before winter break,” he said with a stern father-like voice, ”But there is a blizzard scheduled to roll in about eight o’clock this morning. It’s going to be nasty out there, so I made the decision to cancel school. Enjoy the extra day, and we’ll talk again after the New Year.”
And with that, he hung up. Just like that. I sat motionless for a moment, and then bubbling out of me I let out the biggest yahoo one could give post-pubescence. I run into the bathroom and stare at myself in the mirror.
“Today is a gift; don’t let yourself down, Naterz. It’s 5:30 don’t waste today, today all rules are off! For it is a snow day! :

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