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Feb. 18th, 2003 06:25 pmSnow, snow, snow. Yet another record-breaking blizzard. Actually quite pretty and nice to get a day off, but . . .
I'd really have rather I hadn't gone all the way up to the Bronx and schlepped down Fordham Road in its rather pristine not-yet-dug-out stage, only to find out classes were cancelled. Let's see. I a) checked the website, b) phoned the switchboard, c) watched the local news channel the night before, and d) received several emails from a certain other uptown university assuring me that classes there were on for today.
At least this is better than the time I went all the way to New Rochelle only to find out school was closed.
It's gotta be me.
I'd really have rather I hadn't gone all the way up to the Bronx and schlepped down Fordham Road in its rather pristine not-yet-dug-out stage, only to find out classes were cancelled. Let's see. I a) checked the website, b) phoned the switchboard, c) watched the local news channel the night before, and d) received several emails from a certain other uptown university assuring me that classes there were on for today.
At least this is better than the time I went all the way to New Rochelle only to find out school was closed.
It's gotta be me.
