First Snow Frolics

Snowballs rocket in every direction, leaving powder scars on brick buildings and stinging flushed cheeks. Students covered in flakes stomp into the Spa for a snack and leave puddles on the floor. Outside of the Diamond Building a snowman with a pine needle Mohawk happily looks up at students zooming down Chapel hill on makeshift sleds. It’s 1 a.m. on Friday, Nov, 5 , and all of Colby College is awake.

The flakes continue to be large, wet, and thick heading towards 4 a.m., and the plows haven’t come yet. Earlier, when the flakes were timid and melting into the sidewalks, a parade of naked Outing Club members streaked around campus. Now, at 4 a.m., a flushed few survivors of snowball fights are barely awake in front of a dying fire in the Grossman common room. The wind is blowing and the snow swirls and swoops, inside the air is warm and an acoustic guitar entices sleep. This fairytale world of snowmen and crackling fires, of screaming sled rides and late nights, this, is Colby College.

Who needs sleep when the snow is perfect for snowball ambushes?

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