Let It Snow!

I am sitting in front of my desk with my Recent American History notes sprawled in front of me, the history channel on my computer, and our thick course readings occupying the bed. I am contemplating whether or not to make notecards with which to quiz myself on. I am flipping through the pages and talking to myself about the Taft-Hartley Act and Glasgnot / Perestroika while listening to the Toadies “Beauty School Dropout.” I am IM-ing people I shouldn’t be IM-ing while gauging how much time I have until the test. T minus X hours. Whatever.

I hear a knock on my door. I situate myself and absented-mindedly call out, “come in,” expecting G to prance through the door. It is snowing outside and she has been coming in every few minutes to dissuade me from my studies. She had succeeded once already and got me outside to see the first snow. We stood outside and laughed and giggled and jumped around. Snow was on our jackets, in our hair. We attempted to catch the snowflakes on our tongue until our hallmates Charlie and Bowen squirted Gatorade at us from the study lounge, hurling the cap, bottle, and a pencil soon after. Needless to say, I was not up for sparring again. I was ready to again say no. I needed to study.

Chris came through the door with a crazed expression on his face, panting and his eyes darting around. Suddenly, he smiled.

“Chris!”

And he threw a snowball at me.

“Chris, you bitch!”

And I slipped on my shoes, gloves, and jacket before barraging down the stairs after him.

“Come get me, N!”

But as soon as I stepped outside, I couldn’t find him anywhere. Everyone looked the same with their puffy jackets, knit caps, and woolen mitts. The quad was filled with people screaming, shouting. Throwing, hurling, chunking snowballs. I packed one and ran around looking for a familiar face. I chucked mine at G.

Chris. Ramen. Ian. Anthony. Snow in face. Snow in hair. Snow on butt. Snow down back.

Better than a Gap commercial.

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