It doesn’t have to be a snowman

Winter warmly descended upon Willytown last Sunday, with a snowstorm stranding my friends on mountain roads high (they are back and alive). Leaving behind a clean slate of powdery white. It’s misleading though, since the semester isn’t over yet with an awkwardly short one week of classes and then finals still to come. A premature transition—reflecting our eagerness to get it over with? At least that’s the case for me. Instead of doing math, I built a snowman with some friends today. It looks more like a snowboob, but that’s okay because here at Williams we’re all about gender equality. I hope it’s still standing proudly erect tomorrow morning.