March 28, 2011
On March 7th I learnt a very important lesson: snow-days are awesome.
Here I was constantly complaining about the cold weather and how terrible snow was. I went to bed late on a snowy Sunday night after finishing off a lot of homework. I was awoken in the middle of the night to a voicemail (and a text) telling me that classes had been cancelled. As a sleep-loving adolescent, I bounced back in bed, closed my eyes and smiled, thinking that my day had just been made. Little did I know that the real fun was yet to come.
As you can imagine, the Hill was under a lot of snow, but it was beautiful. Everyone was cheery, people were making snowmen, others were going sledding, and some of us took the chance to nap our exhaustion away. It seemed like everyone’s inner cheery middle-schooler was released in a snow-covered, sunny-skied winter wonderland.
As you can imagine, we don’t get many snow days in Buenos Aires (and by many, I mean any at all). When I was accepted to Hamilton, people kept on warning me about the cold weather of upstate New York. I had skied before and thought that I knew what cold weather was like. Turns out, I had no idea. Hamilton redefined cold for me. However, on March 7th I learned that snow days make the cold worth it.