Eva Batalla-Mann | Valuable Delusions
February 5Snow days are still new and exciting to me. I had been in the snow a few times before I came to Tufts last year, but mostly when I was very little. I remember in kindergarten my classmate's dad driving up to the mountains to fill his flatbed truck with snow and bring it to the school parking lot. We thought it was the coolest thing that had ever happened in our six years as human beings. We jumped and frolicked in the small white pile that soon turned to brown slush. Snowballs were thrown and tears ensued. We were only a few kindergarteners from California, so no one had ever taught us proper snow etiquette.

