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
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
A day off
A day of
Dreams while I asleep
Fireball for warmth
Perchance the reefer
Let the individual define
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
Like its Day
A blank page or canvas of
These line bre
Aks make me seem
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang
But with a highly catastrophized warning of a