Ingrained in their DNA, northeast Ohio students are capable of scanning a weather map to identify the next big front likely to sweep into the area and shut everything down. Of course, anecdotally, a surfeit of ice cubes find their way into the sewer system and pajamas get worn backwards to ensure a clipper veers our way. Although I've never put much stock in that kind of thing, when I want the real skinny on the probability of a snow day, I catch the talk in the elementary wing. Working on a mural a couple of winters ago in their hallway, I came away with a healthy respect for their meteorological abilities. Today being Monday though, I didn't know what to expect since I couldn't canvas my reliable calamity day experts. When I got the call at 6:10 a.m. today, I took it as an unexpected gift of time.