It is March and the last semester of my senior year has kicked into full swing, school work has picked up, rehearsals for the play have begun, and I am preparing to depart on the Honduras Mission. Despite all of that, the most noteworthy thing that has happened is the unusually large amount of snow we’ve experienced on campus. I call it “Snowpocalypse”.
For a kid who was born and raised in Miami, Florida, this is the coldest weather I’ve ever experienced. To me, it seems that I have to almost relearn how to do everything. I had to learn how to dress warm, drive in the snow, and my daily routine suddenly involved shoveling snow and scraping ice off my windshield. A couples weeks ago, something happened that hasn’t happened during my four years at Franciscan. A snow day! It was bitter sweet because I really do love my classes this semester. The snow day meant that I wouldn’t be able to attend my Theology of the Body class or rehearsal, but on the other hand I had a full free day.
A full free day?! What was I to do with myself? I tried to get my work done but excitement of the snow was almost too much. I packed my books up and headed to campus, which was covered with every manner of winter bliss. Hot chocolate and other warm drinks were everywhere, and there were bundles of people left and right, sledding on what I felt was every free patch of snow. It was such a joyful experience and it was incredible to see how something as simple as snow could bring students together.
I eagerly joined in. I had experienced rainy days, but I think snow days (once you get past the ice and cold) are pretty phenomenal. Between the warm drinks, warm clothing, and fellowship, it was a pretty fantastic day. Simple, but also a huge gift from God.
Unfortunately, in the aftermath of “Snowpocalypse,” I’ve had to catch up on a whole lot of work. And so I’ve spent the rest my free time in the John Paul II library in which I’ve spent so much time during my four years, that I must say has a very sentimental place in my heart.
This snow storm is just one example of the many new encounters that I have had in my senior year. Even as a senior there is something new waiting around the corner. And as the semester continues and graduation looms, ahead I know that there will be a plethora of new experiences, new encounters. I can’t imagine what the semester has in store for me next, but what ever it may be I look forward to it with open arms, knowing that these final months at Franciscan will be very special ones.