Today is April first. April fools. Whatever. And I am sitting here at my desk looking out the window and what do I see? Snow. Giant, fluffy, peacefully whirling flakes set across the backdrop of a collegiate urban landscape that is too tired and old. What is so sad is that with the first snow fall I am happy. I get excited and in the holiday mood (I start listening to Christmas music in October). I don't mind snow in November, December, or even in March.
The blizzard of 2007 which canceled school.
But now it is too much to bear. I realize that I have no control over the weather, and that this is probably the last of it. But I'm still complaining, and I would like to note that this makes getting ready for class confusing. What should I wear on my feet? Rain boots or Sorels? Because at least spring in MN will give you wet, rain-like snow that is still snow-
