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I did not wake up to snow outside my window today.
I did not get hit in the head by a large chunk of ice on the way to class.
I did not nearly get thrown down the Taft Garden steps by an overenthusiastic gust of wind.
I will not have to wade through three-inch deep slush puddles on campus all day.
All of these things are happening in the parallel universe where Bryn Mawr has been relocated to the same world as The Left Hand of Darkness.
In the real Bryn Mawr, it is 70 degrees and full of sun and daffodils.
Right?
Of course right.
I did not get hit in the head by a large chunk of ice on the way to class.
I did not nearly get thrown down the Taft Garden steps by an overenthusiastic gust of wind.
I will not have to wade through three-inch deep slush puddles on campus all day.
All of these things are happening in the parallel universe where Bryn Mawr has been relocated to the same world as The Left Hand of Darkness.
In the real Bryn Mawr, it is 70 degrees and full of sun and daffodils.
Right?
Of course right.