Rant:

(Read in spoken word)

Snow days? More like *pause* NO days,

Coming in for extra *snap* summer days.

Two inches of snow, and now I know

I have to come in *snap snap*

On summer break. 

Thank you.

Basically, if you didn’t understand my poem, I don’t like snow snow days. They take perfectly good summer days, for what? 80% of the time it’s only like three inches. Places in the Midwest get feet of snow and still show up to school. I’m starting to think Seattlites are just weak.

-SC

Rave:

Snow days are insanely lit. After three and a half years slogging through endless labs, block history lectures, and in-class essays, I am left almost completely numb to the sensations of the world. The only thing that can make me feel anymore is the cold snow melting on my skin. When I was a freshman, I bundled up and ran outside to make snow people with my sister. I would wait for hours for her to open the door so I could hit her with the biggest and iciest snowball I could make. Now when I wake up in the morning and see snow outside, the rush is gone. Instead, I strip down to expose as much skin as possible without permanently scarring my neighbors. I then go outside and lie in the snow. The snow embraces me like nobody else can. I feel the ice flood my pores like a million pins and needles. I feel alive again. When I go back inside I take an ice cold bath to reacclimate myself with the temperatures of regular humans. I then resolve myself back to the emptiness of the real world as the snow melts and I must return to school.

-LH