We almost wore t-shirts at some point last week. That’s how nice the weather was. Life was good. Or at least, it looked good with the sun shining and the light breeze blowing.

Then, just in time for the funeral of our last two brain cells (still a collective total), it hailed. For a hot (or rather, cold) second last night, it was hailing. Then it was muddy and gross and cold.

At this point, our sanity is hanging by a thread. How do meteorolgists predict anything anymore? Do they just roll dice? Because that’s what it seems like the weather is doing.

Look, we don’t even care if it’s snowing or hailing at this point. A meteor could fall out of the sky tomorrow and classes still wouldn’t be cancelled, so what’s the point? We don’t care what the weather is. Just be consistent. Is that too much to ask? Apparently it is. We know we’re coming off angry, but we’re really not mad. We promise. We’re just disappointed. Is this punishment for not divesting? Is it karma for the errors we’ve made in previous issues of

The


Spectator

?

Please just give us one CONSISTENT week of weather, Mother Nature.

Tearfully,

Amanda Kim ’21 & Claire Goldstein ’22

Editors-in-Chief