February 28, 2013 in Uncategorized
I’m sure if you have been attentively keeping up with our blog posts, OR if by the off chance you have been/looked outside over the past few days, you would realize that there is SNOW on the ground.
I know, I know, it’s old news. However, I have a rather amusing anecdote to share. Have a listen? or rather.. a read? It’s a doozy.
It was a magical, frozen night here at Drury University. The laughter of children (college students) had come to rest with the setting of the sun. Sunderland field was blissfully tranquil due to the silencing of snow. All that remained of the day before were busy footprints and a handful of ominous snowmen that seemed to be keeping guard over the serene evening.
I had just begun to immerse myself in my studies as I heard what seemed to be a faint whooshing sound. I pondered what the mysterious sound could be for a few seconds before I heard it again. This time, louder. WIthin the lapse of a few seconds it resonated louder and louder and soon I could FEEL the vibrations from this now crashing thud of a clatter.
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear? A bunch of silhouettes of random guys I didn’t know, what were THEY doing here? (rhyming ends now)
Their intentions were suddenly apparent. My dorm room window was a target for what seemed to be an unending stream of…snowballs. Being the brave woman that I am, I high-pitched squealed for a bit before shrieking for all “my girls” to assist me in my time of need. We quickly devised a brilliant plan of retaliation against these unknown ruffians, a trifecta of combat tactics: screaming, giggling, and taunting the aim of the hooligans.
Upon hearing the ruckus, my friend, fellow blogger, and local hero, Dallas Duncan had made his way into my room. He quickly made the gallant decision to open the window in which he would insist the cease of fire. He opened the window and articulately and poetically shouted something along the lines of, “Y’ALL STOP THAT!!” He could barely get his point across before firing resumed, but the target was no longer my window, it was now his face. With marvelous aim, the barbarians hit sweet Dallas with frozen spheres of doom. The snowballs ricocheted off his precious face and resulted in the dispersal of frigid shrapnel all around my living quarters.
After that, we pretty much laughed for a good, long time.
Then I did what anyone would do in my situation: tweet about it. That screenshot, my friends, is a confession to the assault on my window. If that twitter account wasn’t anonymous, I would personally hunt down the owner and give them a piece of my mind. I would have a few choice words for them such as “that” and “was” and “pretty funny”.
Welp. That was entirely too long.