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Originally Posted by christiangirl
At 18, I saw my first flakes. I asked a guy passing by if there were any volcanoes around. It was a fairly warm winter day so my brain didn't comprehend "snow." I thought it was ash.  |
At the start of my sophomore year of college, we had a dorm floor meeting so that our new freshman residents could get to know the upperclass (i.e. sophomore and up) residents, and vice versa. We each were asked to give our name, year, room number, intended or declared major, hometown, and something interesting about ourselves.
One of our new freshman residents said, "I'm Shiva, I'm a freshman, I'm in room ___, I'm from Trinidad, I want to study computer science, and I'm really looking forward to seeing snow." We upperclassfolks all laughed, because Boston had gotten 90" of snow the previous winter.
Fast forward to just before Thanksgiving break. Shiva came running out of the elevator, bumped into me in the hall, and said, "aephi alum! aephi alum! It's a snowstorm! My first ever snowstorm!" I went over to the window, looked out, turned to Shiva, and calmly explained, "Shiva, this is what we call a 'flurry'. The real snowstorms are yet to arrive."
And arrive they did ... I understand he hightailed it back to Trinidad the day he graduated.
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