The Heat a Reaction Produces

The University closed down yesterday from 2 pm til 10 am this morning. I guess everybody got scared of the cold weather. I have two tests today; one at eleven and one at two, so that didn't benefit me at all. I was in Jester last night contemplating my GPA and attempting to study my fabric and thermodynamic concepts. Getting sad. The wind was spiraling, making all sorts of howling noises outside of the 8th floor windows, and I got scared too. I decided to stay in Jester for the night. I fell asleep in my friend's dorm at 3:48 am and woke up at 8 45. I rolled with heavy eyes down the eight floors and mentally discared the frost biting the most central part of my head: my coco, while crossing the street. That minute and a half of traveling can mean and hurt so much. The transition from Jester to Moore-Hill. The street was lonely. No bustling of cars. It's a holiday! But I have to study now before I layer a thickness of textile around my body to make me forget.