It’s finally happened. Cold, bitter weather has finally set in. Snow and ice are everywhere. Freshman keep slipping, and it’s funny unless you do it. Then it’s painful. You have to go to your next class with a sore butt and bruised pride while people laugh at you.

Sometimes you hang your head in shame. Sometimes you act like a cat does when it runs across a room and collides with a lamp: stand up and try to look dignified. I meant to do that, I totally meant to do that. Hopefully, no one was around when you fell and when they notice you limping, you can say “Bar fight.” It sounds better than “I slipped on the ice.”

I remember orientation, when people were so excited about having an open campus. Suddenly, it’s not such a great thing: nobody’s wearing T-shirt or shorts now. But I have to hand it to the people who stayed in summer clothing until mid-November. It takes either dedication or stupidity, or both. Now people are rushing from building to building sometimes screaming, “It’s… soooooo…COLD!”

Way to state the obvious.

The worst part of the winter might be rushing into a building on a freezing day first period and seeing your teacher take a long sip from their steaming coffee cups. And you think to yourself, “Wow, in another hour, I might have to run like a lunatic to the next building.” I’ve also noticed that the people who have to rush from building to building every hour because their schedule doesn’t like them aren’t complaining too much about the new high school plan only having two buildings…

And yet, I still see people buy ice cream at the snack bar. Go figure.

Check in after the break for a new blog post!

Happy holidays,

Andy.