I just made some noises that, unfortunately, sounded like a series of yelps. Northwestern has cancelled classes for the first time since my dad was a senior here in 1979. (See, I'm not a genius — I'm just legacy!). He probably spent his snow day designing biomedical devices and working out calculus problems for fun. Do you know what I'm going to do with my snow day?
1. Not my French homework.
2. Cook bacon.
3. Eat bacon.
4. Think about how much I love raspberry jam, too. Not just bacon.
5. Dream up the greatest idea ever: bakeries that deliver pastries to my front door.
6. Homework? What's homework?
7. Go back to bed.
Are you getting sick of my lists? I swear I'll stop once I get it out of my system, around the same time I turn thirty-eight. I hope that if you've been caught in the thundersnow, you stay safe and, hopefully, get the same luxury as myself!