Okay, its official. I hate slush...and that is what is covering the streets of Oxford. The Brits are so funny about snow. It hasn't snowed here in about 2 years and in the past week we've had 5 inches. This means life as we know it has come to a halt. Libraries are closing early, essays are not getting written, tutorials have been canceled and many, many, many feet are getting wet. Its not actually cold enough for the snow to stick properly so its doing this funny melt-into-slush-on-the-sidewalks-but-nowhere-else thing. I've never realized how annoying it is to have snow and slush without proper waterproof boots. This is something I've never had to deal with and since I didn't expect snow in Oxford, I gave the extra space my boots would have taken in my suitcase to my supply of macaroni and cheese. Therefore, I have cold and wet feet.
Nevertheless, if I though Oxford in the fall is beautiful, it is also incredible in the snow. All the buildings covered in snow, everyone in their hats, the millions of snowmen that have sprung up. Its wonderful. There is an 8-foot, three tiered snowman on the lawn at Wadham that had a carrot nose and was wearing a cap and gown. Someone also dared the wrath of the porters (and a hefty fine) by assembling a snowman on the front quad--where you ARE NOT allowed to walk. I say assembled because they obviously brought the parts from elsewhere to minimize the time they could be exposed on the front quad. Its pretty wonderful.
