I walked my students out to recess and the day had turned to your normal, dreary gray day here in the Midwest. I busy myself with small errands for approximately 15 minutes. As I come down the hallway towards the recess door there's a class already coming in and they seen to be in a bit of a hurry. I round the corner and see lots of snowflakes swirling around in the sky. The movement of the snowflakes looked like a ballroom dance floor. As I opened the door to go outside I was met with lots of second graders squealing. Then I realized they were all a chatter because, "it's a blizzard." After I rationalized why it wasn't a blizzard and how the snow won't be sticking, I felt sad. The last blizzard in Ohio was in 1978. I didn't leave here then but Google did!
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