When I originally left the apartment, it was relatively sunny. Cold, and windy (which turns out to be a brat, in the end), but sunny. Here's where the pleasantries end, for it's finally winter. It's probably around 3:45 in the afternoon, and I figure I have just enough time to walk the just-over-a-mile to school, but in all reality I should have left an hour ago, considering the snowfall that was already at least a foot, or two, deep. Anyways, as I'm walking to class, I am legit almost there, when 65 MPH wind decides it wants to play a game of tag, and I fall, hard. I called my roommate to see if she could come rescue me, but she wasn't home yet. She has me call 9-1-1, and the operator was extremely nice, as I'm a disaster and crying and she's has me open maps to give her my location so she knows where to send the firefighters. Never in my life have I been so grateful for firefighters.
