The Life And Death Of A Campus Snowman

The Life And Death Of A Campus Snowman

Four halls, four snowmen, four frosty lives taken too quickly.

After the first real snowfall we had earlier in December, many of my fellow students and I took to making snowmen outside our halls. Unfortunately, they all ended up melting or being destroyed after existing for a mere day on our wintery campus. These poor, condom-adorned, Sodexo-carrot-nosed snowmen existed for such a short period of time, and I wonder what they thought of us in their few hours of life. Luckily, I was out and about around campus during that snowy day and was able to snag an interview or two with these sad creatures. To make their stories as accurate as possible, I kept a log to record what it’s like to live a day in the life of a campus snowman.

Out of the 16 first-year residence halls, students from just four went out and made their own frosty friends. Beginning outside the first hall, I came across a snowman who was nearly put together. I got to witness him coming to life and it was quite the experience seeing as how everyone took pictures while he stood there and screamed. Once I was able to calm him down, he told me a bit about himself. For starters, he told me his name was Ralph, and had me write down that, and I quote, “My name’s not f***ing Frosty!” Ralph was quite the character and was pretty confused about the whole situation. Apparently, there was a whole argument earlier on with his creators over his assumed gender. After the debate, he announced that he goes by he/him pronouns and also that he hates Vermont. Ralph was destroyed later that day by students passing by and was not heard from again.

Next, I nearly walked right by a tiny snowman on my way to the dining hall for lunch. This little snow creature was paralyzed with fear of all that they’d seen on campus in just their first few hours. I never found out exactly what had happened, but I gather it was a traumatizing experience. By the time I walked back, all that was left was a pile of snow and a half-eaten carrot...I never even knew their name.

The next snowman was discovered standing outside a window while I was at a banquet in the Communications building. I had no way of introducing myself and no follow up on their status, but it’s assumed that they’d melted sometime in the hours after my findings. It’s hard to say now, but I thought I saw a hint of pain in those Ritz Cracker eyes.

The fourth and final snowman was found in three separate parts, with the outline of a large Timberland footprint on the side of his head. Apparently, he’d suffered his horrific injuries from a rowdy group of students who lived in the hall next door. He was struggling to stay alive. I took his left twig in my hand as he gasped out his final wishes, “Find the a**holes that did this.” He died peacefully in my arms just minutes later.

I can’t imagine just what these poor campus snowmen experienced in the hours of their short lives, but I’d like to say that I feel their pain. The next time you witness a college student round house kick a snowman’s head off, please intervene, you could save the life of a frosty friend who is near and dear to my heart.
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I'm The Girl Without A 'Friend Group'

And here's why I'm OK with it


Little things remind me all the time.

For example, I'll be sitting in the lounge with the people on my floor, just talking about how everyone's days went. Someone will turn to someone else and ask something along the lines of, "When are we going to so-and-so's place tonight?" Sometimes it'll even be, "Are you ready to go to so-and-so's place now? Okay, we'll see you later, Taylor!"

It's little things like that, little things that remind me I don't have a "friend group." And it's been like that forever. I don't have the same people to keep me company 24 hours of the day, the same people to do absolutely everything with, and the same people to cling to like glue. I don't have a whole cast of characters to entertain me and care for me and support me. Sometimes, especially when it feels obvious to me, not having a "friend group" makes me feel like a waste of space. If I don't have more friends than I can count, what's the point in trying to make friends at all?

I can tell you that there is a point. As a matter of fact, just because I don't have a close-knit clique doesn't mean I don't have any friends. The friends I have come from all different walks of life, some are from my town back home and some are from across the country. I've known some of my friends for years, and others I've only known for a few months. It doesn't really matter where they come from, though. What matters is that the friends I have all entertain me, care for me, and support me. Just because I'm not in that "friend group" with all of them together doesn't mean that we can't be friends to each other.

Still, I hate avoiding sticking myself in a box, and I'm not afraid to seek out friendships. I've noticed that a lot of the people I see who consider themselves to be in a "friend group" don't really venture outside the pack very often. I've never had a pack to venture outside of, so I don't mind reaching out to new people whenever.

I'm not going to lie, when I hear people talking about all the fun they're going to have with their "friend group" over the weekend, part of me wishes I could be included in something like that. I do sometimes want to have the personality type that allows me to mesh perfectly into a clique. I couldn't tell you what it is about me, but there is some part of me that just happens to function better one-on-one with people.

I hated it all my life up until very recently, and that's because I've finally learned that not having a "friend group" is never going to be the same as not having friends.

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The Struggle of Taking Classes During the Summer

It can put a bit of a damper on summer fun


To everyone reading: I hope you're having a nice, relaxing summer. Even if you're working I hope you can get a few days off to hang out with friends, go to the beach, and have some nice downtime. Not me. I am currently in the process of completing two four-week long summer classes. I'm taking them now to get ahead for next semester and to keep my overall schedule on track. It certainly isn't fun, but the reminder that it is only four weeks is what really keeps me going. If you are in the same boat as me, you'll relate to this list like no one else can; if you're not taking summer classes, don't let this list scare you, but use it to mentally prepare yourself for any you may have in the future.

1. Studying and homework

The homework isn't too bad with some summer classes just because you don't have time for a lot of intense projects. Still, since the class is so short you have to do some kind of homework pretty much every day. Make a schedule and spread it out so you don't get too behind.

2. Actually going to class

I am in two classes. One meets in person every day from 10 am to 11:45 am. The other is online. Let me be the first to say that getting up for class during the normal semesters is hard enough, but knowing my little brother gets to sleep in while I have to wake up early and go class is a real motivation suppressant.

I will say, though, it's kind of nice being on campus when it's basically empty.

3. No going out...

You'll probably be a little down because you might not be able to really go out at all during the time you're in class. For me, I go to lecture every morning, come home and do homework for that class, then do homework for my online class. I have some free time on the weekends, but I try to use those lecture-free days to study or work on papers.

4. But being super busy

Even though you might not be able to go out like a summer off, you'll be keeping yourself busy with all that super fun homework I mentioned.

5. Stress

Yes, summer classes can be a little stressful and it's pretty much all thanks to how fast-paced they are. Just do what I do: make a homework and project schedule as soon as you can and remind yourself how short it is.

Summer classes are not the worst thing in the world, and if you choose to take one at some point it won't be absolutely horrible. The nice thing about them is it's like ripping off a Band-Aid; it may be a little painful and annoying, but it's over so fast you don't suffer. Pick your class and professor wisely and get down to business; taking the class means you're one step closer to graduation!

So, to anyone else taking a summer class: good luck and you got this!

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