First Snow

At the sight of first snow I am always reminded of a story from back when I was in Catholic grade school.

One day, we were all sitting in class in our uniforms and it started to snow...the first snow of that winter. All of us started to look out the window at the falling snow.

Our teacher, a nun, yelled at us to stop looking at the snow. She said, we shouldn't be looking at the snow. It's not like we haven't seen snow before, she said. In fact, she said the only person who should be excited to see the snow was a foreign student in our class from some unknown South Pacific island who had never seen snow.

So every time I see the first snowfall I think back to a nun yelling at me that I shouldn't be excited to look at the snow.