c'est la Snow

So, the snow, it falls and it blows. Twelve inches or less, or twelve inches or more, it still coats and we still coat over to keep from coating under. But the solmenity of white [powder] on red [bricks] doesn't make a morning commute any more friendly. That being said, school was not going to be an option today...

This week I told the professor that I was a Veteran Student. That's gotta be accurate. Few can make that claim, fewer still with a straight face. I asked if I could raise tumult and kick open a few eyelids during class. Philosophy is just boring if you don't at least ponder the shaving of a few ideas short of fruition. Give new mustard to that question your mother always (at least should have always) asked you, "if your friends jump off the Brooklyn Bridge....?" The mustard in question is of course what you put on the plate before introducing the hot dog or knish, how to answer that question or how to eat that snack.

The whole point of this is, it's snowing; and as a veteran student, I don't see the need in stressing my AARP Student ID with a daring ride into the ever-unknown just so that I can get a good seat at this weeks buffet.