I Call the Wind Mariah

The season has begun... and I'm not talking about Christmas season. I'm talking about "wind rape" season. It's so unbelievably windy up here on the Hill that I could do nothing more than put Mother Nature, aka Mariah, on the National Sex Offender List for having it's way with me every time I walk outside. Someone needs to sit Mariah down and have a good long dialogue about the importance of respecting someone's right to walk to class without having their hair ruffled or their notebooks ransacked.

Monday morning I woke up at my normal 8AM schedule to get to my Art History class. The first thing I do every morning, before my shower, is check my laptop (which is the computer connected to the internet) for e-mails. When I turned on the screen I saw that I had been kicked off the internet. Weird, since my internet has been working rather well over the past few weeks. That's when I turned my attention to the Powermac, which I saw was sitting there in the dark. It turned off the in the middle of the night! Did we have a power blip or something? But then I saw that the entire surge strip was turned off, and that my laptop was actually running on it's battery. Did I blow a fuse?

I got up and checked the TV on the other side of the room... it wasn't working either. And Puff's computer was turned off. Odd. Did our room blow a fuse? I checked in the hallway, only to find that the Boss was pitch black, something that we never let happen. So I grabbed my little flashlight and went out into the hallway of the Lodge. The backup power lights were on. The power was out in the entire building! And I would late find out that power had been lost on the entire campus. Who was to blame for this massive outage? For once it wasn't a group of reckless kids on campus or some faction of the SHU staff for me to complain about... it was Mariah, the Wind. That heinous bitch!

Turns out the wind wrecked a lot of stuff all across the state that day, ripping trees out of the ground and breaking the hearts of strong-willed men. It was a force to be reckoned with, and I was all out of reckon. For the past few days now it has been bitingly cold outside, and only because of the wind. Temperatures would be in the high fifties if it weren't for Mother Nature's urge to blow like a broken Hoover. I actually almost fell over Tuesday walking to Lynch! When you only weigh 104lbs, you have to be very cautious not to get blown down the side of the Hill and into College Ave. traffic.

I think I might start carrying a walking stick... and a can of mace, just in case Mariah decides to force herself on me again.