Apparently, something happened like 40 years ago that makes calling off school here in Knoxville a real pain... Ok, sure someone was shot, I get it. It's been 40 years though. Throw us a bone. Every time it's just a roller coaster of emotions and indecisions. I'll explain.

It's midterms in late February. As you get on the elevator in the library after studying for your test, you check twitter and see that Knoxville is supposed to get three inches of snow and ice later that night.

You go home to tell your friends and most of them are excited and don't know what to say. They are just incredibly happy with the dream of possibly not having to take their Accounting midterm.

You and your friends high five and talk about if you think we will actually get out or not with a unanimous, "We better. All the schools around us are already out." Then your other roommate who calls himself a "realist" comes in and when asked about school says, "It's gonna be 40 degrees by noon. I think we will have a delay 'til 10 at best but honestly it will probably be a normal day. I'm gonna go finish my homework." The excitement leaves, and that guy is now despised for his comment and henceforth banished from the common area for a fortnight.

As you try to fight the foreseeable truth, you continue to check the radar with your friends and remain positive about no school. As you procrastinate homework to await nature, every few minutes you check the window to see if it's started. "It's supposed to start any minute." But it hasn't yet.

Finally, snow begins and the radar shows more accumulation than you thought and that it will snow until 4 a.m. "Screw homework and exams, cause there is definitely no school!" Fist bumps and bro stuff commences.

Now, all we have to do is wait for the email or text from the man of the hour, Chris Cimino, but if you've ever experienced a snow warning in Knoxville, you know that staying up to wait for "the decision" is a waste of time and a full night of staring at your computer crying and getting upset.

You choose to spare yourself, continue to ignore homework, and look at snapchats of your friends in bed for a while. Doing so has confirmed that everyone else thinks school is a no-go as well. They vary from the friends outside playing in the snow to selfies saying, "YES! SNOW!" "pray 4 no school" and "Come on Chris Cimino!"

So you set a couple alarms for an hour before class just so you can make sure school is cancelled and then fall back asleep. Now this is where it can get tricky and annoying. There are a few things that can happen...

Option A: Your friends wakes the rest of the apartment up at seven just to tell everyone that an email came saying, "UT is closed!" Best news ever. Especially since you check your email and had two; one that said classes would start late at 10 and then one an hour later canceling. You know nature has won the battle. Thank you Chris Cimino, a.k.a. "Best friend".

And the lazy snow day begins!

Option B: School is only postponed until 10, according to Chris Cimino, but upon reading it, the email gives the most confusing explanation of if you have class or not. This is why you cancel school Chris. Let's avoid confusion...

So, why don't we stick it to the man and get the best of both worlds. You realize that you "can't get your car out" or something of the sort, and email the professor saying your terribly sorry but "can I possibly take the test next week?"... Crisis averted. Eat it UT administration. I win.

Option C: Worst case scenario. Hardly any snow but plenty of ice on the sidewalks. Zero delay even though student lives are at severe risk! You didn't study. The worst day ever is in your midst. Thank you Chris Cimino, a.k.a. "My arch nemesis" and "Scapegoat." I will fight back with a strongly worded email and then put zero effort in class. Blank stare.

But as your about to leave for class reluctantly, the icing on top is the realist holding the door for you, "Just what I thought, a regular day."