Waiting Like An Iceberg
2:35 p.m.: Leave dorm to go to Public Administration (that class isn't worth the freaking out it causes me). It is drizzling and warm enough that I don't even need to zip up my jacket.
3:17 p.m.: Starts to snow.
3:55 p.m.: REALLY starts to snow.
4:42 p.m.: Step outside with jacket zipped and hood drawn up to find what was essentially a white-out snarling at me and Leah.
The lesson here is that in Michigan, especially Marquette, blizzards occur when you're sitting in class without your preferred hat or scarf, because they want to freeze you. I'm supposed to walk across campus to the CFA meeting at seven... and if it's still this white out at twenty to when I plan to leave? I'll be reconsidering just like I reconsidered class. Which means I'll probably still go. Serious on the white-out like conditions, though, I think that West Science and the library have just vanished off the face of the visible planet...
Also: income taxes are a headache :S There's a class they should offer in high school instead of those ridiculous ones: How To File Your Income Taxes. It'd be brilliant.
3:17 p.m.: Starts to snow.
3:55 p.m.: REALLY starts to snow.
4:42 p.m.: Step outside with jacket zipped and hood drawn up to find what was essentially a white-out snarling at me and Leah.
The lesson here is that in Michigan, especially Marquette, blizzards occur when you're sitting in class without your preferred hat or scarf, because they want to freeze you. I'm supposed to walk across campus to the CFA meeting at seven... and if it's still this white out at twenty to when I plan to leave? I'll be reconsidering just like I reconsidered class. Which means I'll probably still go. Serious on the white-out like conditions, though, I think that West Science and the library have just vanished off the face of the visible planet...
Also: income taxes are a headache :S There's a class they should offer in high school instead of those ridiculous ones: How To File Your Income Taxes. It'd be brilliant.