Winter has made its way to Ithaca, announcing itself with 30 mile per hour winds, negative wind chill, and funny shaped crystalline water falling from the sky. You know, this stuff:
Who changed the color of the grass?
I grew up in New England, so I’m used to the frigid temperatures and generally miserable outdoor conditions three or four months of the year. When I was in fourth grade we had school cancelled because the wind chill was going to be too low. As long as there was less than two or three inches of snow on the roads at 6 in the morning, school was on. None of that snow day with an inch of snow nonsense.
Coming to Cornell, the weather’s been more of the same, except with more wind. Remind me again why I thought going farther north for college was a good idea. Right now, the temperature’s hovering around freezing, which would be a good thing (30 degrees is now warm) except that we got snow yesterday that’s in the process of melting. If the water drains off, we’ll be okay, but if it doesn’t, when the temperature drops later tonight, Cornell will very literally be a giant ice cube.
Unless we get enough freezing point depression from the salt covering all of the main sidewalks. . . . Yes, I can connect chemistry or chemical engineering to every aspect of my life. And in case you were wondering, basically the salt interferes with the water molecules, keeping them from crystallizing (freezing) until temperatures lower than 32 degrees F. There are more details involving thermodynamics that I won’t get into.
Anyway, it is finally too cold for me to be wearing shorts out. When I was growing up there was a rule that if it was less than 45 degrees out I was supposed to be wearing my winter jacket. It counts if I’m wearing my winter jacket and shorts, right?
I’m already counting down the days until spring.