"Seriously, thanks to ISTEP, we don't have a delay. Stupid ISTEP. This fog is bad. Really bad. In fact, bad with a capital B."
I kept driving.
"Unbelievable. This is two-pole fog. I can't even see oncoming cars till they're a quarter of a mile away."
"I can't believe the buses are out. Why do we not have a delay? Ugh, stupid standardized testing."
Continuing my drive...
"Hey, when there aren't any oncoming cars, this fog is kind of peaceful." Honestly, some of my favorite drives are the kind where the fog comes rolling in and makes me feel like the presence of God has descended upon me and I'm the only one around to be embraced.
As I pulled into the parking lot and got out of my car, I checked my cell phone (because stranger things have happened). Sure enough, my student teacher texted me...two hour delay. I also had a voicemail. I smiled...and then walked in to my room to enjoy two peaceful hours in my classroom.