On Friday I had a meeting at university an my fellow students had warned me about a snowstorm threatening the schools on Monday. Then at home, my roommates told me the same, so I checked the weather forecast only to find out that there was indeed a lot of snow coming our way. We had a youth meeting on Friday night and a man from my church who had brought his son told me that our church would be closed because of the snowstorm Sunday. So I started believing in the possibility of having the schools closed on Monday.

I was talking about pepper nuts with my roommates who were baking Christmas stuff when the phone rang. First thing I heard was “Cé qui qui’appelle à stheure là!” (Who calls at such a time? - this is a very Québécois version) it was 9:30, Sunday night. The phone was for me.

My cooperating teacher. “Your hope came true, the school will be closed tomorrow.”

Needless to say, I am quite excited! Don’t take me wrong, it is not that I dislike teaching, I dislike teaching when I’m being watched by my cooperating teacher, when the rest of my class are done their internship, this is the last week before Christmas and I’m going to BC in 8 days!

Enjoy the snow if you’re around Montréal!