Back to School

All I do is talk about St. Mike's, so you might not know it, but I'm actually a transfer. I was only at my previous school for a year, but it was a really hard decision to make when it came down to leaving. I don't regret it for a second, but I definitely miss a good chunk of people that I left behind.

This past weekend I made the trip to NY for a visit. Caroline and I hopped in the car on Friday after class and made the 2 1/2 hour trip with a quick pit-stop at Stewarts for the always incredible milkshakes.

Raspberry Chocolate Tort. Totally the way to go.

Being back was really strange. The campus felt so familiar, but different at the same time. Last time I visited I hadn't quite been at SMC for a year yet, so the school still kind of felt like it was mine. Now that I'm 100% accustomed to life at SMC it definitely felt like it was no longer my school. At the same time I knew where things were in the dining hall, how to order food (AND SMOOTHIES YUMMM) at the carry-out cafe, and where each building my friends lived in was located. I also recognized some faces, but for the most part, with two classes coming in since I had been there, everyone was a stranger to me.

It was definitely good to be back with all of my friends and to once again be the only girl sitting at a table of guys during dinner. We mostly just hung out and got each other caught up on our lives and I got to see everyone I miss while at St. Mike's.

Transferring was a big decision and it took a lot of time to make it. It was really hard to pack up my room and leave after freshman year and the drive home was definitely a sad one. I couldn't be more happy at SMC, but I'm really grateful to have had my freshman year in another place and to have kept all of the connections I made there.

Ryan, me, Lanky, and Adam
Saturday afternoon Scrabble. I lost. Big time.

It's Spring...I Think...

Yesterday was the first official day of spring and we've had snow coming down all morning. There are a lot of complaints, but I don't know what people really expect living in Vermont. It's still March. Hopefully April shows us some nicer weather.

It's been quite a while since the last post. This is mostly because since skiing ended my life has slowed down a lot and I didn't think anyone cared to read about all of the math I've been doing. It's also because SMC just had Spring Break and I spent the whole time relaxing and spending time with friends from home.

I wish I could say I went somewhere exciting like two of my roommates who went to Ireland to visit one of our roommates from last semester who's abroad or at least somewhere warm like Florida. Luckily, the past week in Vermont was absolutely gorgeous and gave us a little teaser for what spring will be like once Vermont remembers that it isn't supposed to snow this time of year.

This is what Galway would look like if I were there.
Thank you, Erin for this stolen picture.

This isn't to say that sitting around doing nothing with no work to worry about was a terrible way to spend the week. I had a good time watching too many movies and too much tv. On Thursday a group of us went up to Montreal for St. Patrick's Day. A lot of people go from St. Mike's for something to do every so often, but for whatever reason, even though I live EVEN CLOSER to Canada when I'm at home, I haven't been since I was little. I had a lot of fun wandering the city and it was nice to get out and go somewhere, even if it was only for the night.

me and Hallie during a quick pitstop to
take a pic with the big man

Mikki, me, Hallie
This is me pretending to be even a little bit Irish.

It's nice to be back at school, but I'm not looking forward to this whole homework thing I'll have to do tonight. Ah, well...only six more weeks of school. Craziness. We do housing on Wednesday for SENIOR YEAR (WHOOO LOTTERY NUMBER 17!!!) which is absolutely terrifying. I can't even imagine only having one year left. Sad. On a happier note, 40 days until P-Day!!

A Weekend Without Skiing?

Well clearly such a weekend has not existed in my life for quite some time. It was pretty nice not to pack my life up in a bag, grab my pillow, and say goodbye to my friends for the weekend. It was also incredibly nice not to have to think about getting up at 8 to ski.

The weeks after the carnival season ends are fun. We still ski as a group most days (although, with all of the work I've had I've been around less than others) and it's more relaxed and about just getting on snow. Last week we skied at my dad's friend's house where he's set up trails. It was a gorgeous day and we did some good double pole work before chillin' with the horses.

Gab, Rizzle, and me

Feeding Big Black with my poles...I'm not really a horse person

When the week ended (after going to Friday classes...weird) it was so nice to have nothing but free time. This weekend was Sam V's birthday and I got to spend the whole weekend with my suite mates.

Happy Birthday Sam!!

me, Erin, and Dachelle. Please note the duck hat.

Andrea, Erin, Jenn, and me

In other big news, it had rained and been pretty warm during the week. With both excitement and dread there had been talk about the snow melting. All of this talk ended as soon as the snow started Sunday night. It snowed straight into the morning and was a full blown blizzard by the time I woke up. As I was getting up I got a text saying that class was cancelled and immediately rolled right back over and went back to sleep. Snowdays at SMC are pretty much unheard of, but the snow came so fast yesterday that there was really no preparing for it. Walking anywhere was an adventure and for the beginning of the day it was a struggle just to get out of Canterbury. At around 11 all classes were officially cancelled.

There were people outside everywhere just running around and playing in the snow. I spent a little time doing work, but then took advantage of the free day and relaxed in the suite watching Sex and the City. After dinner when the snow had stopped falling and we had about 2 new feet of it Dachelle, Erin, and I decided we wanted to go out and play.

Falling off of a massive snowbank

Knee deep in brand new powder

Very, very stuck

We brought presents home for the suite mates

It's now Fat Tuesday and I'm eating my last pint of Ben & Jerry's until after Lent. The big concern is how to get everyone's cars out of the parking spots. Poor Andrea has an internship tomorrow and is quite stuck. I can't help but wonder how my recently flat tire is going to fare, but I'm too lazy to go find out. I guess we'll see Friday when I try to leave for Spring Break! No good.

There are cars there...somewhere...