Adult snow-days are, perhaps, the best thing *EVER INVENTED*.

Especially on exam-days.

Especially two days in a row.

So yeah.

All that, and I actually DID get a snow-day last Thursday.

But only after I called right before leaving for class and was told that classes were NOT cancelled and so I drove all the way out there to find out that they cancelled them 5 minutes after I called.

[*insert long tirade of expletives and a snow angel*]

Oh sudden and deceptive sunny brightness and patch of blue sky sent to deceive everyone into believing no more snow is on the way and nixing any possibility of night-class cancellations:

I think I may have never hated anything as much as I hate you.

I feel like I'm 12 again, checking every two minutes to see if we're gonna get a snow day this evening.

I swear to god, if I have to drive all the way out there tonight in this f-ing crazy-ass snow when I'd bet $50 that all our clients will cancel due to the "inclement weather," I am SO gonna hurt someone.

*Bouncing up and down on my bed in my snowsuit, praying and praying and hoping that if it gets cancelled my mom will make me hot chocolate and fresh cookies*