This is the second day that school has been cancelled. It rained. It froze. It sleeted. It froze. It snowed. It froze. If I don't stomp, I can walk on the snow. If I step too heavy, there is a tinkling sound of ice breaking.
The boys are indignant that we are making them study. After all, finals aren't for a week and a half. For the first time they will have comprehensive finals and they haven't a clue. Of course, they are too wise, with the supreme knowledge of all teenagers, to listen to their parents.