My Second Confessional

As you all know, I am a native of Kansas. In Kansas I was lucky to see a couple of inches of snow a year, and that was fine by me. To my horror, this past weekend the school and surrounding areas received around 40 to 50 inches of snow, knocking about my power for 4 whole days!!!! Having never been without power for more than an hour, I was completely mortified.
The first day wasn’t too bad, in fact it was kinda fun. I felt so liberated to be able to live without power and I was determined to survive. Hey, if cave-people can do it thousands of years, I can do it for a day. And I was assured that the power would be back on in no time-A bunch of lying bastards I tell you!

On the second day the fun-ness began to dwindle drastically. I was starting to get really fucking cold and a little hungry. I had survived the past two days by living off one bottle of water (that I stole from my roommate who left to go be warm at her house) and three little packets of cheez-Its. Although there were some major downs to living in these conditions, I did get a lot of cuddling time in with a certain someone.

By the time day three had come around, I had thrown the towel in on fun and hopefulness. I began telling anyone who would listen that I was definitely going to die, and they probably were too. I think the people at school definitely thought I was like delusional-but it was very scary. The twelve students that remained on campus had formed a gang, and if I may say so, we were way bad-ass! That day our Director of Residence Life abandoned us. So the school was under martial law.

On the fourth day all twelve of us students hung out together. Now don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed not having to suffer the cold alone, but these kids were driving me nuts. I literally could not feel my toes and I was sooo hungry. I swear to you, I would have sold my family for a cup of hot cocoa and a warm meal. Later in the evening the power finally came back on. I was so thrilled, the first thing I did was crank the heat up to 85˚. This is going to sound disgusting so don’t judge me, but I hadn’t had a shower in like five days. So when I finally got to take a shower it was such a beautiful, glorious moment. And I could fit into my skinny jeans, so it wasn’t a complete waste.

I somehow miraculously survived the blizzard of 2010!

I would like to give a special thanks to the real survivors of the Capitol College Blizzard of 2010 Jen, Sheldon, Jessica, Fred, Jovaun, Shytyce, Kaprise, Kevin, and Joel.

Also I would like to thank my mother, who insisted on spending $400 on snow boots in July for me to take to school. They saved my cute little piggies.