This week, NDCL students experienced something rare, powerful, and slightly disorienting: three snow days in a row. Scientists may study it. Students will never forget it.
Day One was pure joy. Phones were checked at record speeds, alarms were shut off mid-ring, and pajamas became the official uniform of NDCL. Productivity was low, but morale was high.
Day Two brought confidence—maybe too much confidence. Students started saying dangerous things like, “There’s no way we have school tomorrow.” Sleep schedules vanished. “I’ll do it later” became a lifestyle. Netflix asked, “Are you still watching?” and NDCL collectively answered, “Mind your business.”
Then came Day Three—also known as The Panic. Despite the snow, despite the roads, despite the vibes, everyone woke up fully convinced that this was the day school would definitely happen. Backpacks were half-packed. Alarms were set “just in case.” Group chats exploded with messages like, “Do you think we have school?” and “I swear if they don’t call it…” Students stared at their phones like it was a game of chicken. Every minute without an announcement felt personal. Some even sat there in real clothes—jeans, no less—only to immediately change back into sweatpants when the long-awaited message finally arrived. By the time the third closure was announced, NDCL had fully entered snow day delirium. Days of the week lost meaning. Tuesday felt like Saturday. Saturday felt fake. Someone definitely forgot how lockers work.
As NDCL prepares to reenter society, students are cautiously attempting to remember how school works. Backpacks are being rediscovered, alarms are being set (against everyone’s will), and the realization that sweatpants are not part of the official dress code is slowly sinking in. Teachers will heroically welcome everyone back while pretending sleep schedules weren’t completely destroyed.
One thing is certain: this snow day streak will go down in NDCL history. Not for academics, but for naps, snacks, and the emotional rollercoaster of checking phones at 6 a.m. The three days straight may be close to over, but its legacy—and the exhaustion—will live on. ❄️🦁
