On Thursday, February 9, 2017, I witnessed my first snowstorm at college. All my friends were hoping on Wednesday night, that we would get the notification of classes being canceled for the following day. I, however, did not even have the idea or the desire for a snow day drift my mind. In fact, I was against the idea of a snow day for that particular day. This was because Tuesdays and Thursdays I only have one class and before a snow day was called, my class had already been cancelled; my professor had to go to a workshop, so she gave us the day off. So in a sense, I already had a snow day before everyone else and I was looking forward to having the campus free to myself, while others were stuck in their classes. I had plans to study the entire day, where ever I wanted to on campus.

However, this was not the case, because at 10:35 on Wednesday night, all of the students received a text message and an email with the "great" news of classes being cancelled, due to the expected inclement weather. I was sitting on the same beanbag as I am now, as I write this memoir, when I received the news on my phone. I could hear the students, inside and outside my dorm building, screaming with glee about the snow day. I was extremely angry, because I did not get the excited snow day feeling, that I used to get in high school; either way, I was going to have a snow day, and an official snow day, took the joy away from me. I no longer had the privilege of not having class while everyone else did, so this was a waste of a snow day for me.

Even though I did not have class Thursday morning, I went to bed before eleven, because it takes me sometimes two hours to fall asleep and I wanted to get up early, so I could spend the day studying. As I was trying to sleep, I hear the habitant in the dorm above me play his what I assume to be an electric guitar. Eleven is the start of quiet hours and he was still playing even after silent hours began. I guess he thought he deserved a snow day victory guitar solo. I FaceTimed my mom complaining how some idiot was playing his guitar and she just kind of laughed at my pain, mostly because I always complain. Eventually, I fell asleep at almost two in the morning.

I got out of bed and went to get breakfast at around 11:30 a.m. and I see my contemporaries having fun and giggling, while having snowball fights and building snowmen. After a disappointing brunch, I still see my peers playing in the snow. I wanted to play too, mostly because my mom never let me as a kid; she did not want me to get sick by going into the cold snow followed by going into a warm house. But she is not here in college to tell me not to. Sadly I did not have time to frolic in the white blanket because I had to be a responsible college student and take psychology notes in preparation for my exam next Friday. I spent all day taking notes, with not more than an hour and a half of a break, which included a freezing cold walk and dinner. The only good thing about this day, is that I wore a pajama onesie that had the phrase "sweet cheeks" written on the butt flap, the entirety of the day; I usually only wear onsies at night, so at least I was comfy while I studied in fury.

Although I did not get to enjoy my first college snow day, I did have a very productive day off and got a lot of my school work done. Maybe there will be another opportunity for a snow day this semester, one that I could actually enjoy! After all, it is only February.

Some things that make most people happy, does not always make everyone happy, but you should always stay positive even while studying!

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