Snow Days

Snow days are like the Holy Grail for college students. Unlike in high school, when my school was 7 miles way, we at Bryn Mawr can reasonably be expected to walk to class in the snow. Because of this (reasonable, I guess) fact, I have not had one snow day since I started college. So, when we got two in a row, it was like Christmas on top of May Day on top of a freshly baked chocolate chip cookie.

The first snow day, I told myself, was an opportunity to catch up on the work I had let slip by me the week before. It turned out to be more for watching 6 hours of television. I regretted this incredible lapse in judgment, but then, lo and behold, we got a second day off! Did I use this day to work and get on top of my course work? Um, no. Instead, my roommate and a friend of ours decided that we wanted to go out looking for a dog that we were informed by e-mail had gone missing the night before. In the middle of a blizzard. We waded through the snow all around campus yelling after a dog none of us had ever met. I discovered that hair really can freeze if exposed to blizzard conditions for enough time. It can even break off. We even ran into a member of the board, who was also out searching for the missing dog.

In the end, we didn't find the dog, despite 90 minutes of frozen searching. We gave up and went to a dining hall, where we ate toast and drank coffee and tried to be a little less soaking wet. But we felt a little better, knowing we looked. And really, it wasn't at all a bad way to spend a snow day.