Spring Break
Golden snow facilitates neighborly friendship
Sammy E. Eni
Issue date: 11/20/08 Section: The Scene
The fourth of January came with an air of apprehension. On this day, my impression about snow was reversed.
I had "golden" snow in my hand at last, what a treasure.
I had fallen asleep in my chair. I was pretending to watch the late night show so as to participate in the discussions in class.
My classmates always made me momentarily dumb when it came to discussions about the last late night show.
The cacophony, as a result of the blowing wind, woke me up. The cold was harsh. It hit my bones with such fierceness that only a swift hop was needed to get me to bed. I did not bother checking on the time. I think I had slept for 30 minutes when my alarm sounded.
I looked outside through the window, and it was all white. Snow was everywhere.
I prayed for classes to be cancelled as a result of harsh weather, but my hope was shattered as I checked on my computer.
I shared a common bathroom with the guy next door. I knew nothing about him but the fact that he never smiled, never said hello nor responded to me, and had Down syndrome.
I wondered why he lived alone. After living there for a month and a half and not hearing a word from him, I decided to seek the advice of the landlord who secretly informed me of my roommate's situation so that I could rationalize what I had in mind.
My roommate spent close to an hour in the bathroom, and this was a problem in my eyes.
Therefore, I always tried to get in there first. On this morning, he was the first to get there. Mysteriously, he got out within 15 minutes. His face was downcast, and even though limping, his speed was outrageous as he left from his room. This was not an ordinary routine for him.
Because I did not have a car for the first month and a half, my hope rested upon my African colleagues for transportation. I was happy I did have a hope.
An African adage goes that a bird in the hand of a hunter is worth more than millions of birds in the bush. Even though 10 minutes late, my friend's red Oldsmobile came around the corner, it brought relief to my heart.
I had "golden" snow in my hand at last, what a treasure.
I had fallen asleep in my chair. I was pretending to watch the late night show so as to participate in the discussions in class.
My classmates always made me momentarily dumb when it came to discussions about the last late night show.
The cacophony, as a result of the blowing wind, woke me up. The cold was harsh. It hit my bones with such fierceness that only a swift hop was needed to get me to bed. I did not bother checking on the time. I think I had slept for 30 minutes when my alarm sounded.
I looked outside through the window, and it was all white. Snow was everywhere.
I prayed for classes to be cancelled as a result of harsh weather, but my hope was shattered as I checked on my computer.
I shared a common bathroom with the guy next door. I knew nothing about him but the fact that he never smiled, never said hello nor responded to me, and had Down syndrome.
I wondered why he lived alone. After living there for a month and a half and not hearing a word from him, I decided to seek the advice of the landlord who secretly informed me of my roommate's situation so that I could rationalize what I had in mind.
My roommate spent close to an hour in the bathroom, and this was a problem in my eyes.
Therefore, I always tried to get in there first. On this morning, he was the first to get there. Mysteriously, he got out within 15 minutes. His face was downcast, and even though limping, his speed was outrageous as he left from his room. This was not an ordinary routine for him.
Because I did not have a car for the first month and a half, my hope rested upon my African colleagues for transportation. I was happy I did have a hope.
An African adage goes that a bird in the hand of a hunter is worth more than millions of birds in the bush. Even though 10 minutes late, my friend's red Oldsmobile came around the corner, it brought relief to my heart.
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