Photo courtesy of Kyle Venditti
Alright, let’s face it. You all enjoyed the days off we’ve had due to snow cancellation. Yes, even you shaking your head in the back, yes, we all see you. One way or another, it gave us more time to work on our homework, study or, as is the case with most of you, watch Netflix all day and night. It may have delayed a few tests, but in the end, I can’t say I’m too happy with the snow days.
Now, that’s not to say I oppose them at all. Over half of WCSU’s student population are commuters, and all of the snowstorms we’ve had (I’ve lost count; Six? Seven? Thirty? Certainly feels like it!) have created dastardly road conditions and no doubt many accidents, with a good amount prevented due to the cancellation of classes on the respective day it occurred. It’s no easy task for Vice-President of Student Affairs Paul Reis and Director of Facilities Operation Luigi Marcone to wake up at 4:30 in the morning the day of a storm and decide whether to cancel classes or not. They have to call local police and see how road conditions are, research local weather forecasts and consider storm warnings or advisories while talking to facility workers on both campuses to understand how conditions are on walkways and in parking areas. It’s no easy job, and there’s a lot of gambling involved, so let’s cut these guys a break, shall we?
No, I’m not opposing decisions made regarding cancellation or delays of classes. They were all made with the safety of the student body and faculty members in mind, and in the end, I’d rather be safe than going to the hospital with a broken hip due to icy walkways (it is awfully convenient Danbury Hospital is located just around the corner from Midtown Campus) or stuck reporting an accident to the police. I’m happy sitting in my dorm, quite warm under my blankets while the storm rages on (The cold never bothered me anyway.)
I consider every bad experience I’ve had with snow and ice, or even rain, and I feel grateful to be inside. I empathize with facility workers who are working hard so that I can attend class the next day. They’re the true heroes here, risking their safety and freezing their hands in the blistering wind to make our days better.
I remember last semester during finals week I found myself stuck on a shuttle during a freezing rain storm. The storm itself caught everyone by surprise, and I didn’t even know anything was supposed to happen that day (As my roommates can attest, I try to stay on top of the weather by running back and forth telling myself to check it while doing fifty other tasks. Oh, there are the dishes to do, and the floor looks pretty dirty, etc.). I don’t blame anyone for making us go out that day because it was so poorly forecasted, but regardless, I was stuck in the shuttle bus for about half an hour as it slowly crawled down the Westside hill. We slipped every time we moved, and needless to say my final exam was the last thing on my mind. At one point, the other shuttle bus was immobilized beside us, and I recall there being a couple of horns screeching and perhaps some obscene gestures thrown into the air by the cars that passed us by. (Wait, maybe that was at the White Street intersection?) In due time, we arrived safely to Midtown, but not before the mirror fell off the ceiling behind me and made my roommate scream in protest (HOLY S#$%!!!! That was the jist of what came forth from his mouth).
The storm of last week was milder, and was pretty much finished after 12:00 p.m. Again, that one was hard as well; it hadn’t started snowing until the sun rose, and there was a winter weather advisory up, so I support playing it safe on that one. The day after the storm, I decided to venture in the aftermath to the pool (there are free swim times at the O’Neill Center pool during various times of the week. Students need only sign in to swim.) It was raining ever so mildly, but the temperature was just at that pinnacle point where it freezes upon contacting the ground. Walking across the parking lot on the astro-turf side of the O’Neill center, I felt a jolt go through my limbs as my footing failed and I slid a few feet. By some feat of luck, I didn’t fall or hurt myself, so I recovered and walked slower.
This is where it gets interesting.
Going down the staircase, I looked at the lit basketball court from the outside.
Not much going on in there tonight, just a few people practicing softball batting techniques, and I felt the dip of the staircase. My foot landed not in snow or ice, no, no, no. I stomped in a massive six foot wide puddle and drenched my foot. After spewing some curses, I continued walking toward the O’Neill Center and chuckled. It was ironic, really. Here I was, going to the pool to swim and I complain about getting wet. I don’t know, I found it funny.
Anyway, as you may have guessed, I’m tired of the snow. It’s become wearisome to sit inside all day and wonder about what I could be doing with my free time. Quite frankly, I’ve run out of ideas, and dare I say, I miss going to class. Sure, I’ll complain about the workload and stress about exams and projects that are due (anyone keeping track of when Midterms start? A couple of weeks?! CRAP!), but when I come back to my room at the end of my day, sling my backpack to the ground and hop up onto my bed, I like being busy. It sure beats sitting around asking my roommates who wants to build a snowman or go sledding or play Skyrim all day.
And you want to know how I know we’re almost done with the snow? Just the other day, it was almost 50 degrees (Fahrenheit) outside, and as I passed Old Main I saw about twenty Robins flittering around, eating worms and tweeting their little red chests off. I could actually see the soil, in all of its mighty sedimentary glory!
So I ask you, whoever is doing these snow dances, to please stop. Snow had its time, and I’m ready to get back outside and enjoy some nicer weather. Thank you kindly!