So, on my first official day of student teaching, I will quite possibly be snowed/iced in at my mother's house (the source of non-electric heat). I am sure, although I cannot exactly pinpoint it, that there is some sort of irony in this fact. The first day of my last semester of undergrad, and I am unable to attend due to a highly unlikely "snowpocalypse," which in any part of the deep south any snow may be deemed as such.

Nonetheless, I can't exactly complain about free warmth, free food, and an extra day off. Smores will be part of my diet for the next 24 hours, and maybe I'll get some reading done. And, who knows, perhaps this unanticipated day of rest will insight a much-needed writing topic for my new students.