Thursday, February 8, 2007

Origin of the Snow Day

Okay. I just posted--and I have left out something--so I MUST immediately post again. (I wonder if my computer will explode at my posting two times in one day. Hmm.)

I wanted to tell you WHY we had the snow day--as in, who was responsible. It was my niece--Kate. She told my sister, after she woke up on Thursday and saw the snow and learned that she had a snow day, that she had done it! Her friend Amanda had given her three steps to follow to "make" a snow day happen. I'll outline them for you:

1) Wear your pajamas to bed inside out.
2) Put a spoon underneath your pillow. (Kate went overboard--or was incredibly thorough--if you care to look at it that way--she put a spoon under EVERYONE'S pillow. In fact, Brenda didn't find out until she was making the bed Thursday morning and found utensils under the pillows. She must not be that princess and the pea gal--you know, the one who could tell the pea was there--under lots and lots of layers/mattresses.)
3) Throw a couple of ice cubes in the toilet. (But Kate told Brenda that it couldn't be TOO many ice cubes or the electricity would go out.)

What kind of, and I use the term loosely, reasoning is that? I guess the reasoning of a 6th grader and her friend Amanda. It made me laugh and laugh.

That's all. :-) I've got to go now and--yes--put my pajamas on inside out, find some spoons, and empty the ice tray into the toilet. :-)

An Actual Snow Day AND Brushes with Fame

Okay. It's going to be mighty difficult to contain my excitement in this blog, but I'll do my best to try.

First, since I last wrote about an almost snow day, I thought it would only be fair for me to tell you (whoever is reading!)--or at least record the fact--that we did indeed have a snow day last Thursday. It was VERY exciting. Now, the snow wasn't all that exciting. We got, oh, about 1 and 1/2 inches. Maybe. But we also received some ice and sleet, so school was cancelled. I can't really put into words how seeing our school's name scroll across the bottom of my television screen makes me feel. I'm fully aware that it sounds like I dislike school, but I promise you--it's not that. It's just an unexpected surprise. And a treat. That's the best part--a gift of time you didn't know you'd have. What can compare to that?

Maybe the other part of my post--

Second, a brush with fame--well, we are all quite thrilled on our campus these days because the film Leatherheads is being filmed right off our campus--in fact, so close by that the crew/actors/etc. are set up in the parking lot of our football stadium. The set they're building is really close by--walking distance. (It's a 1920's movie--so it's an old football stadium they're building--bleachers, scoreboard, and all.) And it's George Clooney and Renee Zellweger who are creating the buzz all over campus. (Yes, they're the stars.) No one has actually spotted them. (WELL, one of my students, Sarah, told me today that she saw George, as she called him--as if they're close friends--as he was getting into a Buick--on the side of the road. And he was wearing, according to reliable Sarah, a tan jacket, a white shirt, and black pants. [What specific details!]) I was just watching the local evening news--because there were several news crews on campus today--to see the story (and to check if any of my students made fools of themselves). And one of my students was interviewed. She said (I promise you this is what she said--I just saw it), "My English teacher said that perhaps we could go on a field trip during class one day to look for George Clooney!" Ha! It's my brush with fame! :-) How exciting! (Now, did I say that? Who knows? I'm old now--I can't keep track! How scary!) I did look for him on the side of the road as I drove to school this morning--I thought that if his car had broken down, I could give him a ride. (Now, why would I think that 1) he drives himself to work; 2) his car would be the kind that would break down; and 3) there wouldn't be 1001 people around to help him out.)

Did I lie? Isn't it all exciting? It makes me laugh. The headlines read, "Hollywood comes to Tigerville!" (That's where North Greenville University--my school--is located--just in case I hadn't mentioned it before.)

I can't top all of that. I must stop for now. If I spot George or Renee, I'll be sure to blog about it. (AND, I'll snap a photo with my phone. That will be a treat, huh?)

Hope you're well.