As a high school student, I obviously spend most of the winter months hoping and praying for a large snowfall, as to get a delay or a cancellation. However, this year is slightly different, as this is my first year driving in the snow. Honestly, it's a bit too much fun. This morning I got the news that we would have a two hour delay. I was jumping up and down with joy.
On the way to school, I felt like this:
Obviously, I am not this guy. Nor was I this sideways. Be careful out there. Also, I changed my username. It combines two things I love: rallying, and not knowing what the hell is going on. Actually, I hate not knowing what's going on. I'm just forced to live with it.