First NYC snow day

Today was my first truly snowy day in NYC! Holla!

(Cue the sound of crickets).

It snowed inches upon inches. Kathy told me the night before that perhaps there’d be a snow day and thus, a long weekend, but I dismissed the sentiment. I made copies for my Friday classes and laid out a stylish and comfortable Friday outfit. I have two windows in my room that face another building, so I didn’t realize how snowy the city was until I walked outside.

I couldn’t tell where the sidewalks ended and the road began. Everything was white. The snow crunched and glistened under my stiletto-heeled boots. I crept down my street before turning to the one guy attempting to shovel snow off the sidewalk and saying, “I suppose I should turn back around and change my shoes before I bust my ass, huh?” He agreed.

Time at this point had no meaning. I walked back, changed into sensible shoes, and walked to the subway. I had to fight the urge to just drop everything and make snow angels. Forget work - I want to make snowballs! Once I got to school, Ms. Evilamo, a particularly ineffective administrator freaked out on me and told me to cover a class. Many teachers commute from the Land Of Snow Days (Long Island and some other mythical places upstate) and couldn’t make it to school, so I spent all day in Mr. Jones’s old class. Hanging out with his students tends to make me feel like a rockstar, as the kids are foolishly in love with me. The worst kids, with the exception of Javar, stayed home today, too. It was quite pleasant.

I trekked through snow with Bobby in order to get food at Fairway. The sun had come out and left the sidewalks slushy. Huge puddles accumulated. I coined the term “Snowman poop” in reference to the grayish slush. Harlem was beautiful this morning. I can’t forget the Christmas trees bundled up for sale on Broadway all covered in snow. Everything felt clean.

It was a very special day.

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