Whether or not you live in the Boston area (or anywhere in New England, really) you’ve heard about the absurd amount of snow that’s attacked our little corner of the universe in the past month. We have exceeded our two-year snow average in three weeks. It snows *literally* almost every day now despite the outrage of residents. When it’s snowing, I get so mad that I just kick the nearest snow pile. This usually results in me falling on the ground due to the icy surface that I was standing on. This further enrages me.
For a little bit, the snow was fun. We got a day or two off from class and got to play in the blizzard like little kids (and often among little kids). Jake, my friend from southern California, had never seen snow if it wasn’t accompanied by a ski mountain. He loved the first two feet of the fluffy white stuff. It was new and exciting, and he went sledding down the Prez Lawn for hours on end. His joy was beautiful to see. Now he spends his days staring at photos of the beach near his California home, counting down the days until March break and praying for the snow to melt someday. Jake’s existence is one of nostalgia and despair (it’s very sad to watch). We’re all feeling slightly desperate at the moment, begging the gods for some amnesty from the snow.
Here at Tufts, we are lucky enough to be university students who, for the most part, don’t have to deal with the real fallout at all. For some reason, workers come and shovel us all out so that we can eat food that was made by OTHER workers who somehow braved the snow to cook for us. For us, the snow is a minor inconvenience, and this fact alone makes us incredibly fortunate.
I’m not trying to be preachy or inspire guilt, I’m just saying that the snow doesn’t move itself and the food certainly doesn’t cook itself. The snow doesn’t stop for university (or municipal) workers. We have been unlucky with the snow, without a doubt--but we, the students, are so far from luckless. So, to all of the university and government workers who are dealing with this snow--thank you. It sucks.
Walking outside, you just have to think--how is the homeless population of greater Boston taking this? What about people who are left without heat in the subzero cold? Punxsutawney Phil told us that winter is here to stay for awhile, and these fifteen-foot snow piles aren’t gonna melt tomorrow (or next week. Or the next week . . .).
But, every year my dad has the same mantra when we get sick of the snow: We’re going to come out on top eventually. The snow IS gonna melt. It’s essentially guaranteed (and if it doesn’t, I’m going home with Jake). So, let’s take a zen attitude and be incredibly thankful that we’re equipped to manage it. And to the workers that make it all happen: we are not worthy.