The student body’s adrenaline may rush, but that of the teachers surges when weather looms.
“Are you thinking hopefully?” I asked one. “I’m so often disappointed.”
“I know, me too,” she replied. “But this one looks promising.”
At the faculty meeting after school, another teacher said, “Do you know Mr. R, over at the high school? He’s had a bad track record this year, but he’s usually the best predictor of weather, and my son said that he said we’ll be out for the rest of the week.”
“We won’t be here until Thursday,” my principal told me.
I’d grabbed a Sprite to go with the meeting snacks and told him, “I’m going caffeine free–I’ll be up all night even without it.”
At least two other teachers cheerily muttered something about having to get work together to take home with them. I grinned at their glittering eyes, knowing that I was already caught up–last Friday was a work day, after all–and would carry out only my empty lunch bag.
“I’ll make a bet with you,” I’d told my last period students. “I bet that we’ll be here in school tomorrow. If I’m wrong, you can stay home. If I’m right, I get to make you miserable.”
I’m glad we got that covered before a real cover descends.