When the first blizzard hit campus, I whipped out my L.L. Bean boots and my knee-length parka. As I trudged to class, I felt overwhelmed by the day's workload until I found a mysterious email in my inbox titled "Would you, could you, in the snow?" The sender was Theodor Geisel aka Dr. Seuss, who urged every student to "come and throw some snow with me / you will like it, you will see!"
Yes, my friends, it was time for the infamous Dartmouth snowball fight, where the entire college is summoned to the Green (the center of campus, right in front of the Berry-Baker library) at midnight to have a massive snowball fight. My floormates and I banded together, and by the time we arrived, the snowball fight was already in full swing. People were wrestling, running, and screaming in the powdery snow. One brave soul even ventured on top of a thin, five-foot high pile of snow and ice and allowed students to pelt snowballs at him.
In that moment, I felt like a child again—solely concerned about hitting anyone who dared to hit me with a snowball. It was a much needed break and I left a half-hour later feeling mentally refreshed and giddy with laughter. I swear there's something magical here at Dartmouth.
I also have some bad news to break to you. If you read my first post, "Who Am I? A Plant Mom," you know that I adopted a plant named Snowball at the beginning of Fall term. During the six-week winterim, Snowball was left relatively unattended to. Most of her leaves have fallen off, and she has turned an unflattering shade of brown. Tune in to see if I can revive her!
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