We had to run Cross-Country in the ****ing snow. It'd hit -20 and the teachers would be like "Well, we'll let you wear tracksuit bottoms if you've got them."
This one time there was fog so thick that, I swear to God, you could only see maybe 4-5 meters, and even that was hazy. And they're like "Oh, you'll be okay, you all know the way". Thing was, not everyone did. One of the fastest guys in the whole year came damn near last because he got lost and had to wait for the fog to clear some before he could find his way to the finish.
And to cancel school entirely! Damn. Not a chance. We'd have bomb threats and they'd be all "Well, the police have finished searching half the school so we're going to let those who have classes in those areas back in to lesson". Coz it's not like a bomb would affect areas that'd been searched by the police

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Only times I remember school being cancelled was once when there was so much snow, only 6 teachers (outta some 50-odd) could get in. And another time when it was -20, the boiler was ****ed, it was pretty-much pitch black outside, the windows were rattling and cracking with the wind and sleet, and someone rang the firebell. Thankfully, they realised that making us stand outside while they checked for a fire would probably end up in fatalities and just let everyone WALK home early.
And now you see why I hated school.
Oh and it was like 30 here today, and now I'd say it's about 20.