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Tales from an ordinary day

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by , 5th December 2011 at 11:52 PM (197 Views)
At about 2:30 PM today, I looked outside the large window currently to my right and noticed it was snowing. I hate snow. I even said so in the skype chat: "I HATE SNOW".

Ugh. This is the last thing I want to deal with.

Unfortunately, I had to head to class in the (admittedly) light snow, and so I bundled up and trudged off and out of my dorm and begun the 10 minute, uphill walk to class.

By the time my class had finished at 4, it was snowing like nobody's business. Large, fluffy flakes of a diameter of up to a half of an inch were slowly meandering their way towards en masse from the ominous, grey nimbostratus clouds above.

Ugh. I hate snow.

After working at the library for an hour and meeting up with a friend for dinner, we (my friend and I) headed out to go to my university's (the University of Michigan) Pokemon Club.

The usual hilarity ensued with massive failures at Super Smash Bros. Brawl and the snarky commentary about the old original anime. After two hours of too much Pokemon (is that possible? I don't know), my friends and I proceeded to follow our weekly ritual: the migration to the Michigan Union. At this point, it was snowing harder than before, if that's possible. My friend from Florida had her introduction to true snowfall (little to no visibility), and we slid around the sidewalks on the short two-minute walk from the building the meeting was in to the Union. I hate snow.

Our after-party in the Union, as it were, was the normal ordeal: sharing funny internet links, talking about My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, and general fun. It was a good time, and we spent a solid two and a half hours just hanging out, laughing,and being general public nuisances. I look forward to these weekly meet-ups as they are one of the few moments I get to hang out with my friends.

But it was 10:30 PM, and I really needed to get going. So we left, and as we walked out of the Union, I saw the giant black cube on campus sitting there covered in snow. I had the great idea to go and see if I could get it up to full speed (it's on a pivot and you can spin it and get it going quite fast) in the slush. My friends follow to unintelligently participate, and I almost slip but we get it up to full speed.

It's pretty much stopped snowing at this point and only a few tiny flakes are drifting down from the skies, those ominous clouds finally starting to drift apart and the few sparkles of distant stars and galaxies shining through those holes. I leaned on one of the benches, staring up, and put my hand in the snow settled on it. Perfect for packing. I hastily made a snowball and threw it at my friend from Florida. She was quite unhappy.

This, of course, led to an initiation of sorts for her to Michigan weather – you haven't lived until you've been in a snowball fight. My other three friends and I quickly turned it into an assault, and you'll bet she learned how to make a snowball quickly.

Meanwhile, I noticed the cube was still gyrating in its slow, paced way. The cube isn't entirely a cube – it has notches and holes in it, artistically. One of the upward faces had a hole smack dab in the center of the cube. The snowball fight quickly turned into “who can get a snowball into the small hole in the center of the cube from far away.”

In all of this, I had forgotten that there were places I needed to be, things I needed to do, tasks that needed finishing. I was lost in the moment. Ann Arbor was simply beautiful. Everything was absolutely covered in an inch of snow. All of the trees and their branches were plastered white, and the roofs of the buildings were the color of alabaster. The street-lamps placed every ten feet or so illuminated the trees and buildings and I realized that had almost never seen a scene as beautiful as this.

I gazed up at the slowly parting clouds and the last of the now small flakes of snow. The stars were bright as ever, starting to dominate the clouds in the sky. The snowflakes were little stars, falling impossibly to the ground to join their downcast brethren. I looked at my friends, and I smiled. And I realized that I was home.

The first year of college can be rough. Separation from family and all of that. But somehow, in that moment everything clicked. Having a good time with friends, one old, others new, doing familiar things in new places – it clicked. This is me. I am who I want to be, I do what I want to do.

I shot a knowing smile at my friends.

“Betcha this snowball will get in the center of the cube.”

“Probably not.”

I threw the snowball towards the now slowly-spinning cube.

I love snow.

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