So many times during my teaching career—and especially during the last years—I would stand inside my classroom, nervously looking at the falling snow outside, and I would promise myself that SOMEDAY I was going to be able to stay home when it snowed.  I envisioned having enough supplies to get me through an entire winter and I would stay holed up.  I would bunker down in front of the fireplace and read, drinking a nice cup of hot tea as all the working folk continued to have to go...