It’s Cold Out There
I remember when we had to walk to school in worse than this… Uphill. Only one way. The way to school, naturally!
It’s -16 c in Southern West Virginia this morning. For those of you who can’t handle conversions, that’s pretty stinking cold Fahrenheit. Not that it directly impacts me at all, but they’ve issued a two hour school delay so that kids won’t have to wait for buses in the cold. Naturally, it was an affront to my Canadian sensibilities… “No ice covering the world? No snow on the ground? Not even twenty below? And you’re delaying school?”
I’m pretty sure I said something about walking to school barefoot next. And how we had to use barb wire for traction. None of that was true, but it made me feel better about things.
And then I realized… at 26, I’ve already romanticized my childhood to the point where I’m offended by these punk kids getting an easy out. I thought you weren’t supposed to be like this until you were, I dunno, 90?
Oh well.
As I recall, they didn’t let us take a lunch back then either… they sent us out for recess, and it was a rush to the trees.
After all, the best bark to chew on is the bark near the bottom.
Recess??? They let you have RECESS???
I thought it was down in the Celsius yesterday. Thanks for the info confirming that. I seem to remember a portion of your school day suffering to be sweating in tropical warmth as you stared into a computer monitor. Oh, by the way, these are the “good old days.” Enjoy them. Thanks for the Piper stuff- I went to sleep under my electric blanket while listening.
One aside. The government in Canada furnishes all students with snow shoes now- barbed wire is considered not eco-friendly. It pierces the permafrost where the CO2 is stored or something like that. Cheers.
Well, for the (two?) years you went to King George, you did indeed have to walk uphill to school, and a very steep hill it was! I think maybe you rolled back down the hill or rode your GT racer coming home though.
Thanks for the morning laugh!
For the record, although yes, we did indeed walk to King George, and once Drew even gave me his toque when it was hailing out, (which i still appreciate dude), we also had 8 winterless years of being homeschooled in Puerto Rico. So I don’t think we really have any right to begrudge schoolage kids anything. That being said, grade 12 in Belleville had me walking to school during some pretty cold days.
Perfect picture selection – I triple dog dare you to re-inact it yourself.
Love you,