I had a really terrible dream last night where everyone was trying to
kill me. When I woke up, I was really scared, and crept out of my bed
very carefully... but instead of finding a murderer behind my curtains,
I saw this beautiful scene of a thick, fresh layer of snow covering
everything outside... and even snow actually coming down out of the
sky! I was so excited that I cried a little bit. You will not
understand exactly how I was feeling unless you also grew up on the
coast of California, or somewhere equally temperate. I've seen snow,
like, 2 or 3 times on vacations, but I've never seen it like this, and
I don't think I've ever seen it snowING. So I took a bunch of pictures
out the window, and then started stupidly piling on clothes so I could
go take more pictures before I had to go to class.
LOOK IT'S SNOWING!!!!!!
I don't know how to
dress for snow since it doesn't snow where I live, so I just put on
bajillions of layers of clothes, the big coat that my mom let me borrow
since I don't have warm clothes, my hat from Germany, and my rainboots
(wellies, whatever). I didn't know if that was legit or not, but ran
out anyway. I took pictures of EVERYTHING. It was so beautiful and I
was so excited. I felt like a little kid. It was great, too, because
since this was about 8:30-8:45 in the morning, hardly anyone was on
campus yet, and the snow was all still fresh and un-walked upon. When I
went to class I saw everyone else wearing way less clothes than me, and
I felt pretty dumb. Oh well. The teacher didn't come for half an hour,
so we all took off (a lot of people couldn't get to campus because of
the snow), and Daniel (he's from Northern Ireland; we've been hanging
out a lot lately) and I went to go run around.
LOOK IT'S ON MY WINDOW!!!!!!
We made a wimpy looking
snowman with this guy Ronnie. Ha, it was great. Except then Daniel lost
his camera. We don't talk about it. Anyway, we went into the forest-y
bits by the lake behind campus... man, it was so pretty everywhere...
walking around campus, and around Oakwood was so cool, because everyone
everywhere was playing in the snow... making snowmen, having snowball
fights, rolling up really huge boulders of snow... someone rolled a big
ball of snow and put it in front of the stupid shuttle. Ha. Everyone
told me that this kind of snow wasn't typical for London, and that it
hadn't snowed like this in quite a few years. Lucky for me, I guess!
Daniel and I got breakfast, and I had my first traditional English
breakfast... beans, egg, "bacon" (thicker than in America, more like
ham to me), chips (fries, for all you kids at home), fried toast, and
some buttered bread to eat the chips with (so I was told).
OH, IT'S SOOO PRETTY!!!!!
Oh, and tea.
Duh. Seriously, the most fattening thing I've seen in a long time. Lots
of carbs, fried things... my brainwashed SoCal mind was telling me that
this was a bad plan. But it was so tasty. And a really cool cultural
thing to do. I can't say I wouldn't do it again. Anywho, we met up with
some more people, and walked to Southgate, jumping around in the snow
and throwing snowballs at one another the whole way. Later that night
we all got pizza and hung out together. It's great being able to hang
out at someone's apartment instead of in my little hole of a room. This
one of the most memorable days I've had here.