Last Tuesday night I missed a two and a half hour class for various reasons that are mostly none of your business. If the curiosity is killing you though, I'll make something up. I missed class because I had to take my pet alien to the vet. Whatever. But either way, I missed the joyous opportunity to take notes on chapter two of said class. Come to find out that this Tuesday night, there will be a quiz on chapters one through three. Me being the college-educated girl that I am, I realized that I cannot take a quiz that includes chapter two if I have no idea what chapter two is about. So I called up my professor and arranged to come during office hours to take the notes that I missed. What a lovely idea.
So at five o'clock I hiked it out there to go get the notes. I walked (ice skated?) the path from Hillside to Towers, trying not to bust my ass since I didn't want to give the passersby too much amusement, then went through towers, towards the stairs that go down to Ben Shahn and the Science building. The stairs, however, were completely covered with snow-slush-goo. So I ignored them and went the long way, slipping all the way to the student center, down the stairs in back of it, and to Science. I looked at the paths, or rather didn't look at them at all. If you aren't a longtime fan of Horror Stories and don't already know, your faithful writer here is "visually impaired". That's right folks, I can't see for crap. And I see even less when my glasses are in my pocket so they don't get precipitated on, and the sidewalks, stairs and grass arc all the SAME COLOR: snow-slush-goo. They should make that a brand of crayon, I swear. So anyway, who can see those paths? Not me.
After figuring out where sidewalk, ground and sky separated themselves, I managed to make it to the front door of the Science building. I'm about to walk in, right past two people standing outside talking. I'm wondering, why anyone in their right mind would be standing around chatting in this weather when I recognize my professor's voice I tell her why I am here anti she says that she’s leaving because of the snow. Now, I am not complaining about her leaving because of the snow; that was a perfectly logical decision. What I do wonder is: are we the only two sane folks who noticed the giant blizzard?
Classes were still being held but my roommate couldn't resolve a problem she had with her meal plan as the staff that would handle that was out "because of the snow." Oh I see. So you can only eat with your meal plan on sunny days. When it's snowing you have to hibernate, exactly. If the snow was bad enough for staff to be missing and teachers to be leaving, truly, my friends, classes should have been canceled. Especially for those poor souls who live out in the dorms in South Bumbleville, where the salters and plowers never reach. Do you know why there was no one out salting or plowing the sidewalk? I'll tell you why. It's because they were all home, because it was SNOWING!