Snow.Again.

Snow. Snow Again. More Snow this time! Maybe it'll be a snow day this time! I found out later that only the private schools were closed. Oh well. A nice, snowy days with friends! How wonderful. Getting to school was torture. The cars were creeping ever so slowely on the road. And the clock ticked and ticked, reminding me how late I was going to be. At least I was safe, and I don't think my band teacher would mind. He called us "Snowbound people" and at least we had a really good excuse. The roads near Churchill was harder to drive through. Later, we found out that one of the cars broke down. Ouch. As I ran into the school, my hands started feeling numb because of the sudden temperture change. It was so warm in the school. Especially in the band room, because it was one of the only rooms where you could control the temperature (because of the instruments). Ahhhhhhh. Then at Social Studies I was really lucky. I had the seat right next to the heater. It was so warm. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. I almost refused to leave my seat at the end. It was just to warm and comfortable. And it was one of my favourite classes. I hope you were somewhere warming up as well. Check, no frozen bodies lying on the hallways.
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