Regionalism Story

She awoke to the annoying beep of the weather alert on TV; she had fallen asleep to it 6 hours before. Yet another winter weather advisory in Monroe and Chataqua Counties. They had been feeling the torment of the the lake effect snow showers for the past 2 months. She looked at her clock -- it read 7:22 AM. She watched nervously while waiting to see her schools name pass along the bottom of the screen, signaling it being closed. She paced back and forth as she heard the names of Jamestown, Dunkirk, and Silvercreek schools closing. She grimaced at the sound of the names of Buffalo institutions being shut down. "Of course my school is the only one in Western New York that would remain open," she thought to herself. Then, in a moment of pure glee, there it was: Fredonia High School -- Closed! She slumped back into bed with a feeling of joyness and warmth. She was going to do absolutely nothing for the rest of the day. Pulling the covers over her body she snuggled herself tight in the sheets. She fell asleep with a huge smile on her face. All of a sudden she woke to the same regurgitating beep she had heard only moments ago. "What's going on?" she thought, "I already heard the winter weather advisory and saw the closing of schools." She sat up and watched again as the names of schools passed along the bottom of the screen. There flashed Jamestown, Dunkirk, and Silvercreek schools. Next came the names of Buffalo schools. "Ok, Fredonia should be next," she thought. But, her school never came. She jumped out of bed and grabbed the remote, switching the tube to another local news station. Still no sign of Fredonia schools closing. She looked at the clock and watched in horror as it passed from 7:22 to 7:23 AM. It was then that she realized that it had all been a vicious dream.