A sweatshirt is NOT a coat

I am going to climb up on my soap box again. Today it is10 degrees out and snowing. Tomorrow will be -11 and snowing. I work at a low income school and many of these students come from Mexico. That is not an excuse for no coats. I asked  some sweat shirt wearing kids where their coats were and they point to their sweat shirt. That is NOT a coat.Many do not own coats, hats or gloves and are standing out in the 10 degree weather walking home. If the school is not cancelled tomorrow, but merely delayed the teachers at our school are going to be upset. We are a neigborhood school and most of our students walk to school so a two hour delay won't benefit them much. Especially when last time we had a two hour delay we had 30 kids sitting in the office who still walked to school at 7 am. They do not serve breakfast on a two hour delay so these kids sat hungry in the office while the office staff babysat them. Many of them had no coats and walked so the office felt bad about having to send them home.  Today a girl showed up in shorts. She walked to school too.  Come on parents SERIOUSLY! I know i have been guilty of sending my kids out without a coat when I thought it was 50degrees and it was more like 40, but not when it is 10 degrees. Today my children had on turtlenecks under the uniforms and sweatshirts AND coats not instead of. My kids hate socks, but today socks were mandatory as well. I saw many students at the school without socks on their frozen little feet.
Yes we have a coat closet for kids to help themselves to, but they were told that they have a coat so they don't bother looking in it. We also have a huge assortment of coats in the Lost and Found, but no one seems to claim their missing coats. I check that thing daily when I find my child's gloves, hats or coats have gone astray.
I am climbing off  the soapbox now.

Homework Nazi

Today I put on my uniform and became the homework nazi, kinda similar to the cleaning nazi but without the nerf gun and the big stick. I run around to the three different locations that my children have been plopped and check each little amount of progress that they scribbled onto their paper. When I am done with looking at one child's work I hurry across the room to see any progress that has been made. My oldest absolutely refused to do any homework other than practice his drum which I know gave him extreme pleasure that the pounding banging clamoring noise was actually his homework, he even had an assignment on a paper from the music teacher. The spelling book once again has miraculously disappeared and getting him to read a book is almost as hard as pulling teeth from a crocodile. My middle child did not have much homework so he volunteered to take out both trash cans and feed the dog. My sweet child avoided the homework nazi's wrath that was caused by his older siblings mislaid home work. My youngest simply shocked me, she laid down where she was plopped and did all three assignments. For a split second, before she started rambling on and on and on about a new binder, I thought that maybe I brought home a different child. So until tomorrow, the homework nazi has hung her uniform and sighs a giant sigh of relief.