This morning, I had to deal with some ice that remained on my run path while I was going for my run. For part of the run, I wasn't so much running as I was hopelessly sliding on the icy pavement, with nothing I could really do to slow myself down. Yesterday there was still snow everywhere, which reminded me of Macalester a bit.
Snow is supposed to be rare. It's supposed to be a special thing, something that happens not even once a year, maybe once every 3 years. When it snows, everything stops. Nobody goes anywhere. School gets canceled. Everyone goes outside all day to shovel driveways, slide down hills, or throw snowballs while it lasts. It is, after all, a rare event to behold. Then it quickly melts and everything goes back to normal. At least that's how it was for my life while I was here.
When I was at Macalester, it began to snow on Halloween. It wasn't much snow, but it was still crazy that it was snowing that early on. It has since snowed a lot more there, and on some days, it was too cold to snow. This was super weird to me, because snow was just there, and it wasn't special anymore. Nobody stopped anything. Snowball fights were hard because the snow was too dry. It was also way colder there than it typically is when it snows here.
This weekend, there wasn't very much snow, and it wasn't there for a long enough time to stop much, but even so, classes Friday and Saturday at king tiger were canceled. I also went to Ichibancon yesterday much later due to the ice on the roads.
Anyway, I hope my run path doesn't remain an ice skating rink for long.
-Matthew