I remember when I was little I used to dread Sunday nights. Friday night I was finally free from school and I can do whatever is that little kids do on the weekend. It isn’t that I hated school I just thought I could better spend my time doing something else. Friday night was mine and on Saturday I knew I still had a one day buffer until I had to go back. Come Sunday I knew that it was only matter of time and I soon would be heading back. Often on Sunday nights I would get up out of my bed and look out my window hoping that the ground would be covered with 3 feet of snow. The snow would mean school is cancelled and I would be free for another day. However, I was almost always disappointed as I went back to my bed. Then I moved to Houston and it never snows here.
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