I will believe in the power
of humanity to achieve great things when humans are able to control
the weather. The Human Genome project is an impressive feat. However,
I maintain my belief in the gods until humans can figure out the
Rain, snow, sun—I am continuously
amazed by the power of events that I cannot control to control
my moods, work ethic and general agreeability. It all started with
the rain. It kept coming and it kept annoying me. Unprepared, thinking
it would not affect me, I ventured out this past week to only slightly
ominous skies only to find myself defenseless against deluges when
leaving classes. Soaked to my foundational garments, I decided
to qualm my irritability with naps, much like any respectable feline.
I curled up in bed and had strange visions. Naps are addictive.
The minute one indulges in one the more sleep one wants.
cold came. Cold does not annoy me. I look good in winter wear and
am not predisposed to being cold. I gulped down warm beverages
and gobbled up warm food and almost felt stereotypically college-like,
almost as if I were in a movie. After all, aren’t we college
kids supposed to be shivering, hungry beings subsisting on caffeine
and donning our school sweatshirts? The cold also made me feel
more academic. Suddenly I wanted to read stimulating books, to
stay inside and do my work and to discuss grand ideas. In other
words, I felt authentically academic.
I was somewhat confused on
Friday morning. Wetness and cold had collided, making the world
seem unlivable and depressing. I walked
to my 8 a.m. biology class dressed for rain. Yet, there was no
rain. Droplets of something were hitting my jacket, but it wasn’t
rain. I was confused. Kristin the South Texas child still has much
to learn. I had never experienced frozen precipitation. The little
droplets were tiny pieces of ice pelting me from the sky. Lovely.
I went to the warm cocoon of my room and absorbed my books and
sipped tea, still being very academic.
Friday night I was exhausted
and lazy. I did my laundry and devoted myself to selfish tasks—poetry
writing, reading and organizing my dresser and closet. Spent by
11 p.m., I went to bed and resolved
to rise with the sun and atone for my sloth. Two hours blissfully
went by of quiet, restful sleep. “And sleep, that sometimes
shuts up sorrow’s eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company,” and
with Shakespeare’s words I put to rest the annoyances of
The screaming began at 1 a.m. I remember
it distinctly because at first I was certain masses of people were
dying or that
Apocalypse had arrived and I was asleep for it (and therefore,
doomed to rot in perdition). Stumbling out of bed, slowly gaining
consciousness I heard shrill utterances of, “Oh my God, it’s
snowing. Hey look it’s snowing.” I turned on a lamp
and fetched a coat still harboring disbelief in my skeptical, rational
If the ethics of genetic engineering have
the power to divide us, then weather has the strange capacity to
unite humans. More
50 of us at Whitis Court congregated in the frigid air, lacking
appropriate attire to play in the miracle of the snow. We ate the
snow, pelted each other with it, idolized it, slip down the street
on it, covered ourselves and others with it and talked about it.
Tempting bronchial infections, pneumonia and the flu, we played
in it for an hour and a half. Thankfully, college has not taken
the child-like love for shenanigans out of most of us yet. Snow
is a once-a-year event—numb hands and wet hair, aside.
experienced the same classes and people and tasks this past week,
and in many respects, the same joys and annoyances. However,
I did notice my ability to appreciate and handle certain things
influenced by the weather and the moods it inspired. Many ancient
mythological systems recognize an all-powerful, ultimate sky-god
rendering punishment and rewards in the form of weather events.
I saw realities change, morphing from a landscape of despair
(nasty rain) to a landscape of wonder (icy beauty of the early
I also learned that in order to appreciate every reward, every
punishment (classes, annoyances, inclement weather) from the
sky god must be taken in with good faith.
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