Short, Strange Class
When I left home, it was drizzling but soon turned to snow. For a while the flakes were enormous--some the size of leaves.
I cut the class short in part because Kentucky has better uses for tax dollars than clearing the roads. Also I couldn't help but notice that one of the girls looked very much like a student that both Wes and I knew who was killed in a car wreck a few years ago. It didn't help that she sat in exactly the same seat--two desks to the left in the first row--that Faith always took. I'm not going to start seeing visions in burritos (I hope) but it was unnerving. I haven't thought of her death for a while but it came back hard.
At the rate the snow is coming down, I'm glad I let them out early.