The Snow Came to Visit

In twenty years Leicester hasn't seen anything like it: fluffy, packable, sparkling snow. I must admit, at first, I wasn't excited to welcome this change in weather, but after experiencing the affect it has on Leicester students I've changed my mind.

Apparently, in England, snow gives everyone a free ticket to be seven again! Bands of young man stood in key positions to attack public buses with snowballs, loads of students were building snow sculptures and some were trying to sled. These escapades where nothing in comparison with the winter night life. Starting about 7:00 at night gangs of boys we moving in groups ranging from 3 to 20. All looking for unsuspecting doors, windows, or people.

I joined a group of three who were vigorously trying to roll a huge snowball into the reception hall. This comedic trio reminded me of the Princes Bride. One seemed to be the worker. He was the one doing all the dirty work of pushing the snowball and the first to piecing it together if the snow ball fell apart; I thought he could be Inigo Montoya. His friend claimed to be a decedent of Vikings, which was easy to picture because he was huge with untamed hair. Occasionally, when told step in he helped Inigo and moved the ball much farther than Inigo had in ten minutes; obviously he was Andre the Giant. Finally, the last partner was a scrawny kid who sat back and informed the other two what to do claiming he couldn't help, because he had to roll his cigarette. It was clear he was Vizzini. The dynamics between the three very amusing to watch.

I stayed with them until a regiment of fifty boys came marching our way. They all had snowballs at hand, and all were heading to the dormitory complex across the street. Quickly, I made myself a snowball and joined the ranks.

Our arrival was met head on by another troop of fifty boys. The largest snowball fight in history quickly ensued. Snowballs we thrown left and right. I had to be on constant guard. I only saw one of my attempts hit the right target; I don't know if I got more than one.

The fight ended slowly as soldiers lost their interest and one-by-one headed home. I hope that if the snow sticks, so will people's enthusiasm.