Weeks on end of overcast gray days. Weeks on end of bitter blustery winds and temps hovering in the low 20s, occasionally climbing into the low 30s. Weeks on end of sleet and freezing rain and snow storms missing us by a few miles and occasionally dipping low enough to shut us down for a few hours. Weeks on end of frozen piles of crusty dirty snow. Weeks on end of ridonckulous heating bills.
And then suddenly, on Valentine's Day, a 65 degree sunny day. The kids were amped and unfocused, and I didn't blame them one bit. I wanted to be outside too. I opened all the windows in the classroom just to smell the air (yes, even Pigtown smells fresh and clean sometimes).
And it's supposed to get even nicer this week--up to 70 or more degrees by Friday? Holy shit, nothing will get done!