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Oh What A Wonderful Day

Every morning on school days the first thing I do when I tumble out of bed is check how cold it is on my roommate's computer. The second thing I do every school morning is to look out the bathroom window before getting in the shower to see what the weather is doing and how I should dress for my walk to the bus. Let me say this - walking in the rain early on a Monday morning is not the brightest way to start the week, but at least I'm prepared for it when it happens.

After an unnaturally warm November and a dry first week of December I was starting to think I'd be sun-tanning rather than snow-tunneling on Christmas Day. I've wanted snow so bad since Thanksgiving ended, even to the point where I've had more than one dream where I looked out my bedroom window and saw a snowy world of white only to wake up and look out in bitter disappointment to a sunny 65 degree day.

This morning when I rolled out of bed my roommate's computer told me it was in the mid-20s, which wasn't so bad compared to the other morning when I had to walk in 19 degree weather. Blinking sleepily, I pulled back the curtain in the bathroom and gasped loudly. Last night had been a clear cold dry night, I know because I had been walking around OSU campus with Dave, and there had been no hint of this impending weather condition: snow. Big fat beautiful flakes drifted past the window to a ground already covered in white - not wet snow, not blizzard snow, but Christmas snow. Just like I had dreamed it earlier; so much so I had to stop and make sure I was awake. Throwing on layer after layer of clothing with glee, I tromped out into it just as the last of the flakes were falling and enjoyed the crunch of my boots on the thin layer of fresh snow.

And if that wasn't enough to make my day jolly, I took my last final today and aced it without breaking a sweat. And it's not even one'o'clock! What else could this glorious day have in store for me??

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