I’m sure the vast majority of you heard about the “historic blizzard” that was set to hit Manhattan this week. We were expecting over two feet of snow, wind speeds of 55+, and several days of being snowed-in.
Mara and I heard about it on Sunday night, just as we were getting re-settled into our room. The storm was named Juno, and the worst of it was scheduled to come Monday afternoon into Tuesday morning.
Now, I’ve always been skeptical about winter storms. It probably comes from living in Michigan, where the weatherman never predicts the worst, but always over-predicts the mild. I don’t remember the last time a storm was actually as severe as weather.com said it would be.
So, when this was announced, I felt pretty certain that my schedule would remain unaffected. Besides, I like snow storms more than thunderstorms now that I’m living in New York City. Walking in the snow is so much easier than walking in the rain. When it’s light, it can even be enjoyable.
Walking to my first class on Monday morning, I remained confident in my analysis. The sun was shining, the sidewalks were mostly clear, and my professor didn’t mention anything about the oncoming “snowpocalypse”. Everything was business as usual.
I left the lecture (don’t worry, I’ll explain more about that in a later article), and headed to work around 11. After clocking in, things started to get hectic. The sun stopped shining, the snow started coming down, and all of our computer systems crashed along with it.
So I spent the next four hours running around behind the desk, frantically trying to manually check-out patrons while explaining to them why I couldn’t access their library information. Meanwhile, we couldn’t check-in any books without the system, so the carts started to pile up behind me. Even though I knew I’d be long gone by the time the full-timers would have to play catch-up, I still felt the stress. Not to mention I was the only part-timer behind the desk.
We never did figure out if the system went down because of the storm, or if it was unrelated. But, around 1:30, a manager came to the desk and informed us that the University was closing at 4pm, and we would be following suit. It was like a huge sigh of relief came over the full-timers, who probably weren’t sure how much longer they could handle the oncoming slew of students.
My shift ended at 3, so I clocked out, changed into my boots, and headed to Weinstein (the dining hall just down the road). I hadn’t eaten all day, so my stomach was being extremely vocal about its excitement.
Walking through the snow was brutal. The street corners were the worst, and there were times where I couldn’t even see where I was going, despite my glasses. And that was only a five minute walk.
After ducking inside, I was told that the dining hall closes between 3 and 4 (which seriously messes up my schedule, because I would have had a class at 3:30 had the University not closed, no food in my stomach, and no time to find somewhere else to eat). Rather than braving the storm again, I decided to wait it out. In the meantime, I decided that, from now on, I’ll have to get up even earlier on Mondays to eat a big breakfast, since a warm meal won’t be available until 7:30 in the evening.
Ah, college life.
Anyway, I ran into Jordane and we got lunch together. While we were eating, the University announced that it would be closed Tuesday, as well.
Let me make this very clear. NYU never closes.
After lunch, we fought our way back onto the sidewalk. After parting about halfway (her dorm is almost directly between mine and work), I stuck in my headphones, snapped a few pictures, and headed to Food Emporium (I ran out of dinner stuff and the dining hall was closing early due to the storm).
My black coat was completely white by the time I got to the store, and my face was considerably pinker. I wasn’t expecting the onslaught of people waiting in lines that roped all the way through the store. Luckily, I was just grabbing hot dogs and buns, so I was able to go through the speed-registers, but I felt awful for the people with carts full of food.
You’d have thought they were planning on being snowed-in for a week.
I put my items in a plastic bag, paid, and left. My dorm is only a block away, so I was inside and warm within 10 minutes. I settled in and waited for the worst to come.
It didn’t come. Here I am, writing this post for you at noon on Tuesday, and I’m upset to report that was only received 8 inches in Manhattan. And even that is pushing the numbers. The mayor put a travel ban on the city last night, even stopping public transportation on trains and subways after 11 and installing a $300 fine for anyone who broke the ban. He felt pretty silly this morning.
I guess that means we’ll be back at school tomorrow. Which is good, because I need at least six hours of work to feel like I did anything remotely productive. Because school was cancelled, I missed out on ten hours of work this week. Ten. Out of my sixteen. I need that money.
So the “snowpocalypse” was a bust.
But my sister’s blog isn’t (did you catch that awesome transition)?
If you like reading Misadventures, you might enjoy reading Culinary Adventures with Katie, a blog my sister created about her experiences at Schoolcraft College in Michigan in the Culinary Arts program. Her dream is to be a chef and to start her own catering company, or maybe buy a food truck and travel. You can visit her updated blog here.
Thanks for reading, thanks for following, and I’ll update you all on my first semester classes at the end of the week 🙂