Snowball Fight!

Thwack. Thud-thud. Whump. Sigh… I looked over at my clock and saw that it was around 2 in the morning. Thwump. I reached over to my window and pull up my blinds just as another small snowball smacks the windowpane. I quickly open the window and yell at them to stop only to have another flurry of white projectiles fly at my window. “That’s it!” I yelled at them. “I’m coming for ya!”

Needless to say the atmosphere was infectious. Something about snow can turn any person into a 4 year old child and tonight was no exception. Everyone out in the snow was smiling and giggling, and you would never guess that exams were quickly approaching. I ran outside to meet up with my friends and promptly began to fling snow in retaliation for breaking my concentration. Sadly, I didn’t consider that there were 5 of them and one of me, and I paid dearly for it. I quickly curled in a ball and formed a small 1 inch fort out of the … well ice-snow.

Needless to say, this also didn’t work as planned and I quickly became covered in the offending crystalized pellets. Quickly waving my hand as a metaphorical white flag, we agreed to call off the war and signed a peace treaty. (One that I had no intention of keeping of course)

After a few minutes of saying hi and catching up I told them that I was going to see if there was anyone else that I knew outside. Instead I went to go prepare a snowball stockpile. After a few minutes of preparation, I quickly amassed a collection of 8 or so perfectly round snowballs with which to complete my revenge. I then snuck up behind one of my friends who had separated from the group and hit him with one of my prepared projectiles. Little did I know that he was acting as bait! Another one of my friends had found my stockpile and began to pelt me with my own snowballs. It wasn't long till the rest of the group joined in.

At this point I began to laugh at the sheer absurdity of it all. Not only had my plan backfired but I was also acting like I a tiny child. My friends caught my laughter and soon began to laugh with me. I believe this event actually can be proven by relief theory. All the stress of finals combined with the release from conventional norms and everyone being in play mode created an atmosphere where laughter was easy to come by.

The rest of the night we watched through the window as people attempted to ski, snowboard, and sled in the semi-snow while sipping on hot chocolate and playing card games. Was the night productive? Not really, but I did have a great night and gained a memory I will cherish.