I realize my pursuit of snow is selfish. There are many of you for whom snow only makes life more complicated. Remember the unequivocal happiness of an unexpected snow day when you were in school? Multiply that by one hundred to feel the bliss of a snow day for a teacher. Well, this teacher. There are some weirdos in my profession who for some reason I can’t fathom, want to go to work every day.
How does a person snow dance? It’s like a rain dance but faster. A higher vibration is needed for a freeze. Generally, I tell students to move in a circle while raising and lowering the arms. Over the years, students have developed their own versions. Some do more of a shuffle. Some swirl and move their arms like butterfly wings. Whatever. Put that intention out for snow. Get caught up in the dance and visualize a blizzard.
I welcome other methods of snow manifestation. Flushing ice cubes down the toilet is a common recipe for a snowstorm. This sounds good to me.
Wearing pajamas inside-out and backward is also popular with students to bring snow.
As is sleeping with a spoon under your pillow.
Or freezing a white crayon.
Do these things. Who cares if they’re stupid? Help out an old educator today and put on your snow-dancing shoes!
As a former teacher and superintendent, I’ve been on both sides. Riding the snowy roads at 3:30 am was an adventure, rescheduling tedious, but as a teacher, oh yeah, I get it.