I have never been more covered in snow than I was half an hour ago. Upon the realisation that there was a good six inches of snow on the ground (more than I have ever seen before!), the message went round that there would be a snowball fight on Founders green at 11 pm. Sure enough, the hordes soon descended, and an epic snowball fight ensued.

At first it was a free-for-all, with shouts of “get the guy in the hat” and friends were tackling each other into the drifts. After a while (and a quick game of snow red-rover), it became more organised with two teams and rallying cries and forward charges. An exhausting hour later, most people had left, although I found the time to make snow angels on the cricket field. I’ve said it before, but despite the massive workload here, we do get to have fun, and a campus-wide snowball fight is certainly a good way to let off steam.

I keep on reading reports of the snow back home in England, and it’s nice to be somewhere that doesn’t go into panic mode the moment the weather changes. I love the snow (as you might have guessed), and it’s nice to not wake up to news bulletins and newspaper articles doom-mongering as everything grinds to a halt.

On Sunday, I felt particularly American as I watched the Superbowl. I don’t know the exact particulars, but the Superbowl is the big competition in American football (although here they drop the “American”), and it’s watched by pretty much every conscious person in the land. Or so it seems, anyway. This year it was the Pittsburgh Steelers (who I was supporting thanks to my excellent Thanksgiving in Pittsburgh) vs. the Arizona Cardinals (who used to be the St. Louis Cardinals way back when, until they were bought and had to move state). The Steelers won, which was nice for me, but not nice for a lot of my friends who are Philadelphia Eagles fans and therefore very anti-Steelers. What was most impressive was the 100-yard dash that James Harrison, a Steelers player, made as it was the longest dash in Superbowl history. It was certainly an experience to watch, despite the fact that I have very little idea about American football, although my friend Peter valiantly tried to teach me. But with a beer in one hand and a slice of special Superbowl cake in the other, I was fully equipped to shout, cheer, eat myself into a stupour, and feel American.

In other news, I have got a job so that I can earn some money this semester. Basically, I have to call up Haverford alumni and ask them if they want to donate to the Haverford fund, an integral part of fund-raising for a private college. I also have got a spot on the Haverfest committee – Haverfest being Haverford’s own carnival-esque weekend-long festival in May before exams begin, and I am incredibly excited about being part of the group that will plan this.

Have a good week!