Uni High Gargoyle Staff Blog

As I looked out the window on Valentine’s Day, I couldn’t help but get a feeling that something was horribly, fundamentally wrong.

It didn’t have to do with the fact that I was horribly and pathetically single on Valentine’s Day.

It didn’t have to do with the fact that my dad had just said the same horrible pun three times in a row.

What it was should have struck us all as obvious. There was an unbelievable amount of snow on the ground ON VALENTINE’S DAY. Aren’t we usually shoveling massive amounts of snow from our driveways in late December, as opposed to mid-February? I almost said “Merry Christmas” to my parents instead of “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

I was so dumbfounded by how late the snow was that I spent the rest of the day thinking about it, even when I was doing something else. After a few hours, I remembered that end-of-the-world movie “The Day After Tomorrow.”

Although I thought it was a cheesy piece of crap when I first saw it, the film began to grow on me as I sat there looking at the late snowfall. Maybe global warming is beginning to catch us once and for all. But then I made myself a sandwich and put it out of my mind.

As I was listening to music at around 10 p.m., I remembered it again. I also remembered the comment my neighbor had said to me earlier that day as I was shoveling snow: “Thank God we solved global warming.”

Although I’m still not sure whether or not he was saying that seriously or in jest, I’m bothered by it all the same. Maybe we should spend some more time thinking about why our snow days are coming in February than we do thinking of which hill to sled on.

— Carl Zielinski