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This past Tuesday, we were blessed with a Day of Snow. Winter Storm Juno, you are the cheese to my macaroni. You're a part time lover and a full-time friend.

It was not, however, the blizzard we were promised, and Columbia will likely never cancel classes because of inclement weather ever again. People (De Blasio) are embarrassed that Juno's wrath did not rain (snow) as heavily, and in actuality we all probably could have made it to class. Although he takes a town car four blocks to school and has his security guard carry his umbrella, PrezBo does not fear the elements. It was quite surprising that the administration gave in to Governor Cuomo's declaration of a state of emergency, and the state itself will likely be wary of being too wary.

In honor of this late, great tradition, which was one of the last reminders of childhood in this rapidly changing world: a eulogy for the Snow Day.

Alas, I present to you a free-verse poem: Normal Operations, or the Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance.

 

I watch my phone as I await

An email that will seal my fate

How does the University contemplate

Normal Operations

What is "normal"

A subjective cry

A construct of the social variety

When "normal" is not normal do not decree

Do not tell me that there will be

Normal Operations

A day off

A day of

Whimsy

Possibility

Dreams while I asleep

Fireball for warmth

Perchance the reefer

Let the individual define

Normal Operations

The event appears

A Snowball Fight

The pacifists of campus take out their swords, this once

For when snow is on the ground

The world changes

From the ground up

Snow

Like its Day

A blank page or canvas of

Infinite possibilities

Normal Operations

Do

These line bre

Aks make me seem

Sophistica

ted

[Question Mark]

This is the way the world ends

Not with a bang

But with a highly catastrophized warning of a

Natural Disaster

 

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