I trudged across campus with fleece-lined tights, snow boots, hat, gloves, wool skirt, turtleneck, sweater, umbrella—I felt cozy and protected as blizzard conditions blocked my vision. Nobody understood why Penn State didn’t cancel or delay classes. Nobody knew how we’d all make it to campus and navigate icy sidewalks. But we made it.
I met my classes of new students, and we all piled into warm classrooms as the snow fell in huge, fluffy flakes (the size of hamsters, Ash says). We unwrapped our scarves and unzipped coats. We immediately connected over shared stories of treacherous commutes.
I’m so glad I ventured to campus. I even delighted in having lunch with a dear professor friend. I enjoyed steaming chili from my thermos as I watched the snow fall. I remembered my wise friend’s words: There’s no bad weather, just bad clothing.