Thursday, February 11, 2010

My First Try At Winter

As an only child, I spent most of my life asserting my independence. That was most apparent when I graduated from high school and moved from Southern California to the seacoast of New Hampshire for college.

Up until that point my winter experiences were the occasional trip to Frazier Park or Big Bear after a big storm to play in the snow. In my lifetime, we have had actual snow at my house 3 times. It was a lot for us, but just to give you an idea of how much there was…we built a small snowman in the front yard and used all the snow to do so.

Needless to say, I was new to a “real” winter my first year at college. I spent most of the first three or four months wondering why everyone shuffled everywhere. Walking to class I would, in my head, call out, “Pick up your feet.” Once winter came, I knew the reason for all the shuffling.

Walking to class one very cold morning after an evening storm I found myself in the middle of a frozen puddle. It was a very large frozen puddle. I didn’t realize I was in it until about five, non-shuffling steps. At that point, not having both feet planted on the ground, I slipped and slid like a cartoon character, flapping my arms, saying “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” and fell on my butt.

slip-fall-iceSo, there I was, in the middle of this small pond sitting on my butt. After two attempts to stand back up, I fell back down. In order to remove myself from this predicament I had to crawl on hands and knees to the edge of the frozen puddle. As if this weren’t bad enough, it was in front of one of the main buildings on campus so needless to say my “trick” didn’t go unnoticed. That was when I learned to shuffle.

Later that winter a friend and I walked to class on another cold, frozen morning. The building we were headed to happen to be set further back into the woods. There was a great short cut we often took that sent us down a hill and across a little bridge to the building. For whatever reason, which later turned out to be a bad idea, we took the short cut to class that morning. The hill was a bit frozen, and I must have stepped on some untreated ice. As I started to slip, I said, “Whoaaaaa,” and grabbed onto my friend’s arm on the way down. That sent a chain reaction as he, who had been shuffling very carefully, lost his balance and fell to the ground. Remember, we were on a hill, so our fall didn’t end there. We continued sliding down the hill, taking students out with us like bowling pins on the way. By the time the human landslide stopped, there were ten or twelve of us piled in a heap at the bottom of the hill. Luckily, no one was hurt. Winter lesson #2 – don’t grab a hold of another person while slipping on the ice; they won’t be too happy about it afterwards.

My first winter was quite a learning experience. I got much better at if after that. To this day, I am shuffler, snow or not.

mamakat

20 comments:

  1. Snow sucks!

    Wait, college in the seacoast of New Hamshire...as in UNH? i spent a few nights in McLaughlin Hall.

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  2. You are so funny : ) Snow shufflers are fabulous people : )!

    Would you ever want to live in a climate such as that again? I think I would love living in California! For 2 or 3 years. Then I would miss the 4 distinct seasons : ) Winter would not be hard to miss though!

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  3. I love snow shufflers :) People-bowling is even better!

    (visiting from MK)

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  4. Snow Lesson #3 When you do grab someone's arm as you are falling, make sure that you get up faster than they do so then you can point and laugh! Ok sorry, The Minnesota Nice thing doesn't applie to me!
    Great story!

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  5. I never knew the reason for my shuffling. Thanks!

    Is that why they say shuffle off to Buffalo?

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  6. As an Arizona girl who also went away to a snowy college, I can very much relate to your tale. I fell down a lot that winter. A lot!

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  7. Oh that provided a great visual! I'm used to the snow, but I found mysef shuffling down an icy drivewy just the other day!

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  8. We've had far too much snow in Philly the past week. My back is killing me. I would've LOVED this as a kid.

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  9. Funny! I can just see the hill slide scene!

    I grew up in Minnesota and know the shuffle well. You have to walk as if it is slippery because you never know exactly when it really will be, a firm footing helps!!

    Here in Colorado we don't have to do it as often and I have forgotten from time to time. I fell...hard!...but not publicly!

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  10. Funny post PD!

    I'm sorry to say, I probably would have been one of the people laughing when you fell on your icy puddle.

    To this day, I laugh when someone falls (or gets hit in the head). It's awful, but I can't help myself, which occasionally gets me in trouble as a preschool teacher!

    In my defense, my mom has the same bad habit.

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  11. Look at you with all of your new commenters!

    That post made me laugh out loud. I could just picture you and the words that came out of your mouth! ;)

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  12. What a funny story. And...reason number 3,568 why I love living here!

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  13. Oh gosh! It's stories like these that help me appreciate the fact that we don't have any snow here. :)

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  14. Oh PD==I am new to your blog and you are FUNNY! I have heard a lot about your blog--so I thought I would come by and check it out!

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  15. Oh how I remember the snow storms in RI. I was only a kid but my feet and hands would be numb by the time I got home from school. On good days Mud Pie Marie (an old neighbor) would let me warm my hands on her radiator.

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  16. OMG I was cracking up...I didn't see snow until I was 13 (at Frazier Park)and then didn't see falling snow untl I was 26...decided to try and live in it for 8 years...I'm back in So Cal, and I still shuffle my feet and my mom is ALWAYS telling me to pick up my feet!!

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  17. Very funny!
    Especially since I got home from work in the dark last night and fell on my own front stoop: shoveled but now icy. I would've brought down anyone nearby had there been anyone nearby.

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  18. The post I read right before this on another blog had me in tears. I thank you for turning those tears into a hearty laugh.

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  19. Although I grew up in cold country, It's been so many years since I lived where it snows - maybe 25 years? I don't think I could deal with it anymore!

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  20. I went from being a Southern girl (Charleston, SC and Atlanta, GA) to going to NYU.
    I still remember trying to "dash" across 14th street in the snow only to fall on my butt! Luckily no traffic was coming.

    Here's to our mutual "inelegant" first Winter at college!

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