I remember April 6, 1981. We had such a bad snowstorm that school ended about 2 hours early. I was in art class when it was announced. I remember the date so well because we went home and celebrated my mother’s birthday with the storm raging outside.
In the South we freak out about the least little dusting, but I think up North (including The Great White North) they sometimes err in the opposite extreme. Like not calling off school with an approaching blizzard.
I know, and have come to love, loads of public school teachers, who (every one) love their children and would protect them with everything they have, but certainly don’t want to be stuck with 25 excited (young!) ones of them overnight/indefinitely with no blankets, possibly no power, no medications they may need (some have diabetes), very little accessible food (you can’t cook), and no beds.
The kids didn’t react with so much happiness because they wanted to sit back down and quietly get ahead on their homework, then read a book on the floor silently till 10am. They wanted novelty, and will be crazy-excited for a while, then get bored and uncomfortable and tired. The teacher has the foresight to recognise that eventuality, while the kids do not. And the teacher will get the kids through being scared (Lizzie’s age ones will) and hungry and crazy and tired. Teachers do what needs done, the very great majority of them (and they also are great collaborators and slack-takers-up for any who don’t). One reason I admire them.
That’s not inhuman; it’s completely human. It happened in Atlanta a year or 2 ago, and nobody enjoyed it at the time, but I’m sure it’s a great story now.
Asharah over 7 years ago
My mother said they had to stay at school overnight once because of snow. Of course this was the little one-room schoolhouse in rural Montana
Templo S.U.D. over 7 years ago
poor Mr. Warren
NeedaChuckle Premium Member over 7 years ago
My Boy Scout leaders when we had overnight camping trips. Who can sleep?
Wren Fahel over 7 years ago
I remember April 6, 1981. We had such a bad snowstorm that school ended about 2 hours early. I was in art class when it was announced. I remember the date so well because we went home and celebrated my mother’s birthday with the storm raging outside.
57-Don over 7 years ago
Nothing better than all night dodge-ball and hide-and-seek in school halls
Can't Sleep over 7 years ago
I think Mr. Warren’s going to tunnel his way out, no matter what.
Night-Gaunt49[Bozo is Boffo] over 7 years ago
I would not want to be stuck at school or work. Both places aren’t designed to live in.
Alphaomega over 7 years ago
He’s thinking all right,about retirement!
Bob Blumenfeld over 7 years ago
Banging his head against the side of the panel. I love it!
Seed_drill over 7 years ago
In the South we freak out about the least little dusting, but I think up North (including The Great White North) they sometimes err in the opposite extreme. Like not calling off school with an approaching blizzard.
Dragoncat over 7 years ago
Never before have I seen kids so excited about being stuck in school…
UpaCoCoCreek Premium Member over 7 years ago
He bangs his head any harder, he’ll end up in the previous panel.
masnadies over 7 years ago
I know, and have come to love, loads of public school teachers, who (every one) love their children and would protect them with everything they have, but certainly don’t want to be stuck with 25 excited (young!) ones of them overnight/indefinitely with no blankets, possibly no power, no medications they may need (some have diabetes), very little accessible food (you can’t cook), and no beds.
The kids didn’t react with so much happiness because they wanted to sit back down and quietly get ahead on their homework, then read a book on the floor silently till 10am. They wanted novelty, and will be crazy-excited for a while, then get bored and uncomfortable and tired. The teacher has the foresight to recognise that eventuality, while the kids do not. And the teacher will get the kids through being scared (Lizzie’s age ones will) and hungry and crazy and tired. Teachers do what needs done, the very great majority of them (and they also are great collaborators and slack-takers-up for any who don’t). One reason I admire them.
That’s not inhuman; it’s completely human. It happened in Atlanta a year or 2 ago, and nobody enjoyed it at the time, but I’m sure it’s a great story now.