I woke up yesterday fretting about my comps, which were slated for next week.
I went to bed last night wondering if I would be able to take them.
And this morning it became even less of a possibility.
Snow. Ice. Sunday and Monday. And maybe it will still be a problem on Tuesday?
These are things we don’t deal with in my lovely part of the world. The state is quick to close roads. Your insurance doesn’t cover you on closed roads. I’m not interested in traveling very far on ice.
And then the forecast changed. Winter flexed, relaxed and flexed again. It was an interesting day, sunny and in the upper 40s, watching forecasts of two, then four, then six, then two and four again, then one and then possibly 10 inches of snow and ice. Meteorologists, really getting into it, briefly predicted snow for all 67 counties.
Maybe that happened in 1993, the storm that people still talk about in quiet tones (they’ve pointedly said this storm isn’t that storm). Think of it, all 67 counties? We’re in the deep south and this is a big state. A storm large enough and powerful enough to cover everywhere with snow? That’s impressive to consider.
And this is all supposed to happen Sunday and Monday. Tuesday, it has been prophesied, the roads could still be bad.
So at the end of the day I postponed my comps. It will be a slight inconvenience to reschedule, sure, but there’s no need to rush over on ice to do it. (Presuming the campus is even open. That’s in doubt, too.) And, silver lining, I can use the extra time to do more reading.
There’s always something on the other hand, even on big, arduous tests.
So that was the day. That and reading and wondering and studying and watching weather that hasn’t gotten here yet. I didn’t like the decision at first, but it was the right choice. There will be another four day stretch in which to take this test, and those days will have less weather.
The late call is for ice in Auburn in Montgomery and between four to eight inches of snow in Birmingham. Buy your bread, friends.
