My students have taken to our weather unit with a passion I rarely see out of them except when they're talking about video games, the opposite sex, or the latest movie they've seen. They are obsessed with weather reports.
"Mrs. Bluebird, can you show us that weather service site?" they ask nearly every period. So I indulge them and show the National Weather Service page for our town on my big screen. We've spent a lot of time reading weather maps and station models and they can work their way through this page like pros.
"Ah, man, look at that dewpoint. It's not high enough," I can hear one of them exclaim.
"Yeah, the air isn't saturated," someone pipes up. "And if it's not saturated, there's no precipitation."
"And the temperature. It's going to start falling in a few days," another chimes in.
"Yeah, but not too far," another adds.
They discuss cloud cover, air temperature, and dewpoints. They look at high pressure areas and low pressure areas and ponder what, exactly, we can expect in a few days.
It has absolutely nothing to do with my teaching, the quality of my lessons, or the material being presented.
Pure and simple...they are praying for a snow day.