It's the end of the semester for those still in college and it's also
December. With all of the fb posts about graduating and going home for
the holidays i was reminiscing about manhattan and thought I'd share one
memory that happened more than I wish it had. (my mind wanders randomly
at lunch time, can you tell?)
Let me set the scene. It's December
(or January or February). It's recently snowed so the roads in my
apartment complex have been plowed but the roads in the neighborhood
between my apartment complex and campus have not been plowed. Since the
neighborhood is between a busy campus and a busy apartment complex, the
unplowed snow is pretty packed. It also hasn't melted because it's
still below 30 degrees outside. Or if it has melted, it has since
refrozen and is now ice masquerading as snow. Fun.
Back to setting the scene.
I've
woken up and realized that I'm going to be a wee bit late for class if I
don't kick it into high gear. I've also realized that the class I'm
going to be late for is the one taught by a crotchety old grandpa of a
teacher who we all adore but who thinks the day starts at 5am and if
we're late will ridicule us to no end. Sooooo I've got to book it.
Getting
ready goes something like this: roll out of bed, throw on yoga pants
and a shirt, fly down the stupid steep spiral staircase to the bathroom,
brush teeth, brush hair, put hair in pony tail, swipe on foundation
blush and mascara, run back up the spiral staircase of death to grab
socks, boots and cell phone, run back down stairs, tuck yoga pants into
boots, put on fleece jacket, put on winter jacket, put on scarf, put on
gloves, try to put on hat but realize you have to take out your pony
tail first or it will look weird, take off gloves, take out pony tail,
put on hat, throw books into back pack while gloves are off, put gloves
back on, grab keys and run out the door.
And that's not even the fun part.
I
never drive to school because it was faster to walk because parking was
disgusting, especially in the winter time. I'd have to park as far
away as my apartment so I might as well just save time and walk.
Well
on mornings like this I didn't have time to walk. When I said run out
the door I literally meant run. Run out the door, down the road (less
slippery than the sidewalk), cut across the complex by the tower, dodge
the mail truck delivering stuff to the office, cross the street into the
neighborhood and switch from running to a modified skating/shuffling
motion on the ice packed snow that doesn't require picking your feet
up. By the end of the road I'm getting pretty toasty. Not only do I
have a bunch of layers of clothing on, but I'm also running, and
carrying a bunch of books and binders. So off come the hat and gloves.
Cross
the street on to campus. Cut through the tennis courts by my old dorm,
cut through the parking lot of my old dorm. By now I've lost the hat,
gloves, scarf, and winter jacket (taking articles of clothes off while
running and juggling a backpack on icy sidewalks should be an Olympic
sport so I could win and go to Olympic village and make babies with my
pick of the hot athletes! Just kidding. Kinda). ANYWAY! In my now
semi-summery clothing choices, breathing hard, I decide not to risk
sliding on the tile in the engineering complex and detour around it
outside. Then it's up the stairs, through the door, and into my seat
right as the bell rings. Where I unceremoniously drop all my outerwear
on the floor, roll up my sleeves as far as they will go, and fan myself
vigorously. My classmates would give me weird looks because I was
sweating and looked like a mess in the middle of the winter.
Oooooh the memories.
Happy almost Friday!
<3 B
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