“…and snowflakes blow us on our way.� – Animal Collective

I can’t feel my hands. Or my toes. Or my thighs. I hope these boots really are waterproof. I wish I had snowpants. Or a sled for that matter. This sure beats Mesopotamia and short-run cost curves and subjunctive verbs.

When I woke up yesterday morning and looked out the window, I dashed all hopes of leaving the building. It was literally blizzarding. So I did a lot of studying, like a lot of studying. But then cabin fever started to set it. Snow is just as, if not more, exciting for college kids who have been cooped up studying for finals all day as it is for school children who get the day off of school. So my friends and I decided to shut the books, suit up in whatever remotely warm/ waterproof clothing we had, and “hit the slopes�.

We were not alone.

There were several places to “sled� on the South Oval, from icy sidewalks, to the stairs of the amphitheatre. Nobody actually had sleds though. People were sliding on a vast array of objects, from trays “borrowed� from dining halls, to laundry baskets, to garbage bags, to cardboard boxes, to dumpsters. It was quite a show. People constructed ramps and jumps on the already slippery slopes. Not to say it was the safest way to spend an evening, but most of us were so cold anyways that a few bruises and bumps were barely felt. However, after over and hour-and-a-half of being drenched to the bone and actually feeling like all of my body parts were going to crack off, we retired back to our dorm to thaw. After changing into dry clothes and enjoying a mug of hot cocoa, I called it a night, a very amusing night

Snow + study buddies + makeshift sleds = frostbite, a few bruises, and a lot of laughs.

Sadly, now it’s back to the real world/ the quasi-adult world of studying and working and trying to get all of my ducks in a row for spring break and going home! But until then…

GO PLAY!