It's quite possible that Temple University is the only school that doesn't ever close. It closed once my freshman year because of a truly gigantic blizzard and that was the first time in like twenty years (or some crazy period of time).

But anyway. There's been a ton of snow here in the great city of Philadelphia. I have worn the same boots for a week now and have slipped over the same corner near my apartment several times. It was perfect and lovely and the city had this muffled sound...til the next morning and then it turned into slush.

A snowman built by my friend Emily on the ledge of her apartment window.

His name is Pedro, in all his brief Center City glory. (He has since melted, pobrecito.)

And so as I've been stomping through all this snow, I've been tackling six classes, four of which are heavily based in finance and marketing...business terms I was terrified of but am actually handling quite well. My other two are an event management class and a class that satisfies Race and Society, a core requirement. My Event Management professor actually has an global event managing company, and is a really dynamic guy, so that class is fantastic. I've got a pretty intriguing roster this semester over all.

Snow by the Bell Tower