The last time classes at Ithaca College were cancelled was 26 years ago. So you can imagine just how ecstatic all students were when we found in our inbox, an email declaring that all classes were cancelled for the day due to severe weather.
It snowed for about thirty hours with an intensity new to my days here. I looked out from the patio and the cars were all bathed in white. I had that appointment to interview the assistant city attorney so I had to make a trip down to City Hall in any case. N was heading to the mall so we agreed to meet to take the bus together. What greeted me as I stepped out the door was snow up to my knees. Wow, it was the most snow I have ever seen – it buried the roads and pathways.
I reached City Hall, got to the attorney’s office on the fourth floor and received a little shock. The assistant attorney didn’t come to work because of the snow storm. I politely explained my assignment to the mayor’s assistant who was around and asked if I could interview her instead. To which she replied, “No, I don’t do interviews. Try Human Resources on the second floor.”
I wasn’t panicking but I knew I was a little desperate to interview someone. Anyone. I didn’t like the idea of just turning up at the government office and asking for help without notice. But I had little choice in the matter and needed to get the job done, regardless of the snow storm or my lack of thick skin. In the end, the Director of Human Resources very kindly agreed to an interview, without any questions asked. All I said was I had to write a feature story about a government employee for my journalism class and she was cool with it. The interview went alright, and for a moment I felt like I was connecting with this city a little more.
After lunch, I decided to walk back to IC in the snow so that I could take some photos. Let’s just say it was a combination of a little guts and also a lack of awareness of why one should not trudge up a hill during a snow storm.
Walking up wasn’t such a good idea. With every step I took, it felt like I was moving back half a step because there wasn’t much friction from walking on snow. My shins started aching after a while; it was exhausting and I was almost on the verge of cramping. The snow was very deep and came up to my knees. My trousers were slightly damp from not being waterproof and snow got in my gloves. Unannounced, I turned up at J and C’s house, which was about two-thirds up the hill, for a half-hour tea break. I made it up South Hill in the end, none too comfortable and rather miserable really, but it was quite the experience.