Snow

      Growing up in New England means that school is rarely cancelled, you buy your bread and milk well in advance, and you stock up on gas and flashlights the minute the weatherman whispers "Flurries".  I live on the same electrical grid as the schools, police and fire station in my town so I rarely lose power, and if we do, it's restored almost immediately.  Getting six to twelve inches of snow means cancelled school.
      Tomorrow was supposed to be the first day of my final semester in college but alas, no school.  I must admit, I'm a little disappointed.  It means that I won't have to brave the snow first thing in the morning, but I kind of enjoy "Syllabus Day".  It gives me a chance to get organized and I like getting the dates written into my planner.
      The thought that this is going to be my final semester at college completely boggles me.  I can't seem to wrap my head around the concept that I will be graduating in only a few short months.  My mom is already planning my graduation party, which exploded from thirty people to a whopping seventy-five!  Someone please save me!