December 10, 2010
I love summer. I’m not a big fan of the snow.
You’re probably asking yourselves: then why is he at Hamilton, the snow-capitol of upstate NY?
You can imagine that the Hill is no stranger to heavy snowfall. It’s not. It has been snowing for about 5 days now. The entire Hill is covered with a sheet of fluffy whiteness that glistens in the light and smushes under our boots.
You have to remember, I’m from South America. The snow reminds me that I’m not in Argentina anymore. It doesn't snow at all in the city of Buenos Aires. It snowed for the last time in 2007 for the first time in 89 years. Here at Hamilton it snows every year, from around late October to late April. Last year I was thrilled to see the snow at first, a few months later I wasn’t as interested. This year, I’m not being fooled by its glitzy and sparkly downfall, or by its soft and cotton-like façade. I remember how tired I got of it towards March. So I’m trying to keep a certain detachment from the snow, in the hopes of having less trouble enduring it.
Still, in a way, the cold wind that freezes our bare ears and numbs our dry hands unites us as its common victim. As we all study away during these final days of classes, students spend a considerable amount of time complaining about the cold weather but admiring the snow’s delight from afar.
I’d just rather have summer, buckets and buckets of it. Luckily, I’m going home for Christmas, where there’s sunshine galore. I can’t wait.
Until then, I’ll just have to work through a few more days, until I get a well-deserved bask under my hometown sun.