Rain, Rain, PLEASE Go Away

When the sky opens and you find yourself buried underneath a sea of cascading water, your inital reaction is "Oh dear, I appear to be wet."

If you're anyone who lives on a college campus, there are two possible ways you can interpret rain. I am, so I will tell you. And to be honest, it is nothing along the lines of "Oh dear, I appear to be wet."

1) You get depressed and miserable and slink about for the rest of the day as though you have just been informed that rather than a month left to live, you have a week, and the Superbowl is on the eighth day.
2) You laugh, as it is the funniest thing that could possibly happen.

To explain, let me say this: we, as college students, have different hardships than the rest of you. Really, we do.

If you are depressed and miserable, you have reasons. It is a common fact that even with the most state of the art buildings (hah) everyone living on the bottom floor will be subjected to a flood and everyone living on the top floor will find out the ceiling leaks. The place smells of mildew and decay and you are upset by this horrible turn of events. Also, when you walk out of doors, you find that you have nothing to wear that isn't completely rain resistant. All you brought to college are your good sneakers and your fashionable designer tops which no one should have shelled out for in the first place because we're broke college students fighting just to put meals in our stomachs but I'm rambling again. These clothes are now ruined. Your hair will frizz and everyone you know will mock you from class to class. Your bag, full of two-hundred dollar textbooks, will be soaked.

Rain will ruin your day.

Or, like me, you could be the other person.

You could accept the fact that you are soaked and look ridiculous, but you also have to take a moment and look around at the other students and teachers, stumbling about in the rain, and find a sort of humor in their misfortune and laugh at it.

This is cruel. But it is also true.