I fought the cold and the cold won
By: Tenell Felder
Issue date: 2/5/10 Section: Diversions
Time: 10 a.m.
I wake up to the sound of ice hitting my window. I look outside and see that it has been transformed into a beautiful winter wonderland.
"I guess we are staying in!" my roommate says in a rather chipper manner.
I can't contemplate the idea of being stuck in my apartment all day. I decide that I will brave the elements, that I will take on mother nature and that I will do this by venturing out to the dining hall.
Time: 11 a.m.
"Where are you going?" my roommate asks me.
I continue applying my eyeliner and reply coolly - "I am going to breakfast."
My other roommate looks at me like I am an idiot.
"You're going out in that?"
I nod my head and walk toward the door determined to keep up my appearance of complete confidence.
Armed with thermals, a huge coat and heavy-duty gloves, I open the door and venture out into the freezing cold. The shock of cold air and the sound of ice pellets hitting the ground make me rethink my need for a hearty breakfast. Still, I put on a brave face and inform my apartment mates that I will see them after breakfast.
"I'll bring you back a muffin!" I yell cheerfully as I shut the door.
I turn around just in time to see someone slip on the ice and fall on their butt.
Time: 11:10 a.m.
I am now back in my apartment wondering what I am going to eat. I decide that now is the time to attempt to make a substantial breakfast with my semi-decent culinary skills. To my horror, I realize that all I have to eat is cereal. Cold cereal. Because of my southern upbringing, breakfast just isn't complete without grits and some sort of fried meat. Luckily, my roommate has taken pity on me and has shared some of her grits with me. Now all I have to do is cook them. How hard can that be?
Time: 11:40 a.m.
My grits are quickly congealing and I am contemplating trying to venture out again to make it to the dining hall. I am hungry and now irritated. Luckily for me, my other roommate also takes pity on me and offers me some bread and cheese. At the thought of a good grilled cheese sandwich, my mouth waters and I take her up on the offer.
I wake up to the sound of ice hitting my window. I look outside and see that it has been transformed into a beautiful winter wonderland.
"I guess we are staying in!" my roommate says in a rather chipper manner.
I can't contemplate the idea of being stuck in my apartment all day. I decide that I will brave the elements, that I will take on mother nature and that I will do this by venturing out to the dining hall.
Time: 11 a.m.
"Where are you going?" my roommate asks me.
I continue applying my eyeliner and reply coolly - "I am going to breakfast."
My other roommate looks at me like I am an idiot.
"You're going out in that?"
I nod my head and walk toward the door determined to keep up my appearance of complete confidence.
Armed with thermals, a huge coat and heavy-duty gloves, I open the door and venture out into the freezing cold. The shock of cold air and the sound of ice pellets hitting the ground make me rethink my need for a hearty breakfast. Still, I put on a brave face and inform my apartment mates that I will see them after breakfast.
"I'll bring you back a muffin!" I yell cheerfully as I shut the door.
I turn around just in time to see someone slip on the ice and fall on their butt.
Time: 11:10 a.m.
I am now back in my apartment wondering what I am going to eat. I decide that now is the time to attempt to make a substantial breakfast with my semi-decent culinary skills. To my horror, I realize that all I have to eat is cereal. Cold cereal. Because of my southern upbringing, breakfast just isn't complete without grits and some sort of fried meat. Luckily, my roommate has taken pity on me and has shared some of her grits with me. Now all I have to do is cook them. How hard can that be?
Time: 11:40 a.m.
My grits are quickly congealing and I am contemplating trying to venture out again to make it to the dining hall. I am hungry and now irritated. Luckily for me, my other roommate also takes pity on me and offers me some bread and cheese. At the thought of a good grilled cheese sandwich, my mouth waters and I take her up on the offer.