So class was cancelled today

... at least until 10 AM. It's not that there's snow on the ground, but I realized that conditions weren't ideal going to breakfast. They had been putting salt on the sidewalk. As a precaution, I thought. Then there's this pedestrian bridge that goes over Cumberland, which I always cross to go eat breakfast.

It curves. Ordinarily, this means that you start out going like you're going uphill on a good trail, and end with speedily trotting downhill, or in most people's cases, stubbornly maintaining the same pace even though gravity makes it feel so wrong!

Well, about a quarter of the way across, I nearly slip. Ahead of me coming the other way, two people are gripping the handrail with both hands, half-laughing as they try to get over the middle. I spend the rest of my trek across going redundantly slow, one hand on the rail, stepping about a foot and a half with each step as if I'm marching at a half-pace. I only broke a few bones, leaving those precious few more for the walk back.

While in the dining hall eating breakfast, someone starts cheering excitedly. "School's out until 10! I can sleep! Yes!" she cries excitedly to her friends. She signed up for the text message alert system, so she would get that. I resolved to check when I'd get back.

One arrogant guy started asking around for confirmation (like any of us could give it except the one). "Is that true?" He loudly asked. "I have an 8:10 class and I don't want to go to it." And so on. Yes, yes. You don't need that silly tie until ten. Go sleep. And quiet down, please.

Not that I could sleep. I have work that starts, say... at ten. And I have trouble sleeping shortly after I wake up. Or during the day, really. Most of those, if I ever take them, turn into half-awake dozes where I realize I'm not fully awake, but I can still think and mark the passage of time. Boring, I'd rather have it skewed by lack of sleep! Also, I'd prefer to get stuff done, even if the stuff is as simple as reading a book or playing a game.

Oh. Yeah. And I'm going to Atlanta in a couple of weeks. For a possible grad school position. Won't say any more. Wish me luck.