The First Snowfall
I am not going to do the obvious subject for this post, basically because I can’t. The horrific events of last Friday in Connecticut have already caused me three very disturbed nights sleep. As a volunteer in a school I spend a fair amount of my time giving one to one attention to little ones. Unfortunately I have not been given training of the lockdown procedure that is practiced in schools here even though I spend so much time there a teacher recently commented that “I’ll be getting a bedroom there soon”. My worries about how I would react in such an unthinkable situation is giving me nightmares. I hope more than anything that I will never be in such a horrendous situation but if that should ever happen I hope more than anything that I will have the bravery to not panic and to protect the kids entrusted to me with my life.
On a lighter note, the mood in school has been pretty crazy lately as the kids await our first big snowfall of the season. We’ve had ‘flurries’ on and off but despite being constantly forecast nothing significant has happened yet. I have to say it really surprises me that the kids get so excited buy the prospect of a big snowfall. I mean it’s not like it’s not going to snow is it? Here in Canada it IS going to snow the only question is when will it start and how much we will get. In the UK you may go several consecutive winters without any snow at all and when any amount of snow falls no matter how insignificant it means snow days, schools are closed the kids get a day off, the excitement from children is understandable. Here, however, a huge snowfall means little. Life continues as normal, roads are cleared (main roads, side roads, all of them!) public transit runs and schools are open. It’s ‘business as usual’. In fact the kids still go outside a recess if the temperature is above -15oC. This country is making men out of my boys!
I wonder if the excitement at the snow is just a manifestation of Canadians enthusiasm for just about everything. I think it’s fair to say us Brits do love to moan; we especially love to complain about the weather. That doesn’t happen here, people may remark, “I don’t really like the winter” but that’s it, it’s not a moan simply a statement but the majority of people love all the seasons, they look forward to the next one while still enjoying the current one. It still baffles me that the kids here stare longingly out of the winter at the sight of the first few flakes. Maybe is just because kids love snow regardless of where they live.