Once again I am reminded of why people make fun of Texas weather. Last week I was sporting shorts and a tshirt, now I am bundled up inside with hot coffee while the rest of DBU campus is covered by a sheet of ice followed by a foot of snow!
I remember as a kid the joys of Texas snow, it was rare but when it happened snowmen usually lined the street, granted by the time you would finish building your snowman the rest of the yard was grass again. A snow day on a college campus, especially one as secluded as DBU, is nothing short of boring. I woke up Tuesday to ice covering the ground, literally...the soccer field was a sheet of ice! The week has been filled with hot tea, movies, sledding, snow ice cream, and exciting treks to the cafe for dinner because someone failed to warn us we would be stuck on campus all week and my healthy diet can only get me so far. Since I haven't posted a blog in...months, I wanted to write something deep and meaningful, something that causes chills and tears when you read it but my mind can't shake the humor of this week, beginning with Wednesday. I rose at 9:30 to go to chapel because we were bribed with two chapel credits to go (I'm pretty sure we are given extra chapel credits at the end of the semester for days like this) The rest of the day was spent making pancakes and watching "friends" with an apartment of girls, but the fun began after dinner when my roommate appears with a giant orange sled (if you knew my roommates this wouldn't seem strange that she just happens to have a sled in her closet) of course the small hill outside our apartment isn't big enough so we decide to go to the largest hill on campus. Need I remind you, with no adults on campus, there is no voice of reason. It was about 11 o clock at this point and we were flying down the icy tundra which lead straight for the pond. Fortunately none of us were brave enough to see just how far we can go so we begin breaking half way down the hill, still screaming our heads off with the small fear that our legs just won't cut it as breaks. The story really just keeps going considering last night we were out til two and security guards were rounding people to dorms and apartments. I'm usually not one who writes blogs based on her day but i promise this won't be a reoccurring theme, it just seemed like an appropriate circumstance. I'd bet only two or three people read this but if anything I know my parents will appreciate it considering the joy I had in reading theirs but Ill save matters of that sort for my next blog which may not be til December with the rate I post. I don't even know how to end a blog, i feel like I should have some trade mark saying...over an out...til next time...I'll be back...well for now I will just keep it simple.
The beauty of India amongst the darkness of a lost nation!
