Big Black Snow Boots.

I dreamt about my big black snow boots in my feverish hallucinations of last night. Having awoken to the blessing of a broken fever, I decided that I should actually put them on. It took a bit of prodding and some support from my roommates, but in the end I laced them up and stomped (they are rather heavy) to class.

Upon arriving, a friend asked me if I was planning to play in the snow today. At first I didn't get it, but then I remembered what one of my best friends had said about these big black beasts when I pulled them out a couple days ago: "You look like a little kid who's ready to go make a snow fort or something."

GREAT. That's exactly what I was going for.

Jeremy would later ask me if I'd gone romping in the snow yet. I am still unsure as to what "romping" is, but it sounds like something a person can only do in big black snow boots such as mine.

Anyway, I had payback for all the "little kid" comments after my class ended. The snow was coming down pretty heavily as Laura and I made our way across the slushy road. The other students around us kept having to pull up their sopping-wet jeans and were groaning. I, on the other hand, walked straight into the grass and kicked the ice and water without getting a bit wet.

I couldn't help but smile to myself at the thought that I was staying warm, even if my black boots were a representation of my inability to grow past the age of five.

So will I continue wearing these mammoth shoes? Of course. I don't expect the rest of campus to pick up on the bootie trend, but at least my feet will remain warm when the snow piles up.