The beauty of Winter Break

is that you get fat and ugly.

Nawh, I'm just kidding. Sort of.
Winter Break is actually probably my favorite time of year, considering that it's amazingly lacking in school days. This year, however, we were gifted with snow in November. I live in Washington, the state. We woke up to a late start and everyone, of course, posted it on Facebook right away. Right before I had to leave for school, it started snowing again. HARD. I thought, 'It's going to turn into a blizzard. No, fudgie, way can there be school today.'

Well, I did end up going, and it was probably the most unproductive, weirdest school day in my entire life. That's excluding college, because who knows what's up there. I had a major paper due first period, and instead of standing around and talking, or cramming or finishing that paper, everyone just ignored the teacher -- who is pretty strict -- and sat staring longingly at the nearly-pitch-black, snowy outdoors.

What on earth is the point in THAT? You could barely see the outdoors, let alone the snowy specks. And all through the room, I could hear the faint, excited whispers:

"It's snowing!"
"Do you think we'll be let out early?"
"It's snowing!"
"The snow's so BRIGHT against the dark sky."
"It's snowing!"

WE KNOW it's snowing. But everyone in the freakin' world needs to point that out, apparently. Maybe it's just the bizzarity (forget that if it's not a word) of having snow in November. So anyway, our dear old teacher got pretty steamed, but since it was only first period she let it slide. Little did we know that it would be the only normal class of the day.

Onto third period, because it's ARBITRARY and anyone who reads this isn't horrible enough to have to experience second period. It's our bum class anyway, where no one pays attention to the teacher because geometry's a joke. Therefore, no one listens to poor Mr. Ragan. He's pretty old, I don't even know if he notices that. He just goes on and teaches the lesson.

So the senior high was getting out early apparently. Senior high is 12, 11, and 10. Junior high is 9 and 8 Everyone panicked and this one guy in his Philipino fake-accent was like "Oh no! my brother just DITCHED ME! he has the car!" I laughed secretly at him.

And Fourth period consisted of five minutes listening to the announcements saying that we could go home early. The rest is screaming pandemonium.

The snow melts, but the ice stays and roads freeze over. And we don't have school until Thanksgiving break hits, so we miss an entire week. Naturally we're expecting the same to happen for December, but we don't even get ice or freezing temperatures. That, my friend, is seriously effed up.

White Thanksgiving and a Rainy Christmas? Messed up.
Which is why I don't like Winter Break. Even though that had nothing to do with Winter Break at all.