It was winter of my senior year, the first year of coeducation. I was trying to woo a freshman, still in the early hopeful stage of the relationship. It had just snowed, beautifully, and the campus was magical that night. How romantic to throw a snowball up against her window in Pyne Hall to get her attention for a walk in the snow. The pop of the leaded glass window from its frame foretold the pop of the balloon of that relationship.
It was winter of my senior year, the first year of coeducation. I was trying to woo a freshman, still in the early hopeful stage of the relationship. It had just snowed, beautifully, and the campus was magical that night. How romantic to throw a snowball up against her window in Pyne Hall to get her attention for a walk in the snow. The pop of the leaded glass window from its frame foretold the pop of the balloon of that relationship.