February 14, 2007
Last night, I went to bed and it wasn’t snowing. This morning, I woke up to about a foot of snow. Reluctantly, I put on some warm clothing and headed up to breakfast before my 8:00 class. As a side note, there are very few classes that meet at this unholy hour. I like having morning classes, but I typically don’t schedule them before 9:00. This semester was a rare exception -- one that I don’t plan to repeat in the future.
Anyway, I left my room around 7:20, and the roads and sidewalks near my dorm had not been plowed or shoveled. Yes, it was a long and difficult trek – all uphill – to the dining hall. It only took me about five to seven minutes longer than usual, I would say, but it was no fun at all. At some point during my meal, I learned that classes had been cancelled for the day.
I threw my omelet, toast, baked beans (yes, baked beans), strawberries and grapes into the air. I danced atop the tables, pumping my fists, screaming words of thanks. Actually, I didn’t do all that. I just continued enjoying my breakfast, while seated, and let a quiet sense of joy overtake me.
Whatever your religious inclination, I think we can agree that there was some divine intervention today. Some higher power said, “I am going to cut those
I don’t even mind that I had to get up so early. And, while I haven’t been very productive with my newly realized free time, I don’t care. At the very least, I wrote this journal entry for you all to enjoy. Besides that, it’s beautiful outside, FebFest is in full-swing, and I have a rare day with nothing scheduled. But don’t worry, I’ll find something to do.