Early last week we heard all the hype: “Watch out! Blizzard Nemo is coming!” Naturally, many of us were skeptical. How many times in our lives have snowstorms been predicted only to result in about as much snow as they get in Miami? Usually, the weather forecast starts with a high amount of total accumulation and then it tapers off as the snow storm gets closer and closer. The scenario goes like this: [Storm is on Friday] Monday: “we’re going to get between 5-8 inches on Friday.” Wednesday: “we’re going to receive between 1-3 inches on Friday” Friday: “it’s going to be 50 degrees outside today.” In my 22 years, I’ve come to learn that weathermen, or “meteorologists” for you bougie folk out there, are about as reliable as Alex Rodriguez in the clutch. (Side note: did you know that there is actually a meteorology major in college? In other news, I’ve switched my major from accounting to alchemy). So when the Weather Channel said we were going to get hit with a lot of snow, I was skeptical. But then something happened. The usual scenario didn’t play out. Instead, it went something like this: Monday: “Boston will be hit by 10 to 15 inches of snow.” Wednesday: “Boston will be hit with 18-24 inches of snow.” Friday: “Find your loved ones and pray to whatever God you believe in, we’re so done.” And so done we were.
In total, we received 22 inches, giving BC students its first snow day since ‘Nam. The MBTA closed down, businesses shut down, and cars were not allowed on the road. Boston came to a standstill. And how did BC students respond to such adversity? By getting hammered and going sledding. Friday night and all day Saturday, one could look out on the Heights and Brighton campus and see people sliding down hills in sleds, garbage bags, cardboard, and, for those guys who thought they were cool and impressing the ladies (spoiler: you weren’t), skis. But campus was alive, even though Boston was not. It was our winter wonderland. Many of us got to experience something we haven’t done in years: going sledding. Echoes of joyous yelps were heard throughout the Brighton campus, as excited (probably intoxicated) students were riding down hills and experiencing a joy they haven’t felt since Hey Arnold! was on the air. Nemo might have dealt the city a powerful blow, but it brought this campus a joy many of us were longing for.
Before I conclude this article, I would like to extend my gratitude to the workers of Mac and Lower. These people were here during one of the biggest blizzards in Boston history to serve us food. Who know where they slept? Who knows if and how they got home, but without then, many of us would not have had food. I would like to thank them for their sacrifice and hope BC compensates you generously for what you have done.