The snow kept on falling. Our eyes kept glancing. Finally, the PA cackled to life. Ms. Prickles’ lifless voice spoke “Contrary to popular belief, school will end at the normal time.” The classroom groaned and moaned. Energetic faces turned sullen. Why are adults so fun-hating? We slouched around our next classes, half-listening to our pathetic teachers droning about something we would all forget by the time the bell rang. The snow was falling thick, like a white wool blanket. We kept glancing at the windows until the shades went down. Finally, the last bell rang. Rejoicing, students paraded the halls like the Patriots after the Battle of Yorktown. As we walked out, snow blinded our vision and our fingers turned numb. Despite the uncomfortable feeling, we were more alive than ever. We laughed and giggled. Snow was quite the thrill. Snowballs pounded our backs. We all wore powdery white caps. We ate snow like chocolate cake. The world was ours to live. No fun-sucking teachers to stop us.