My trip to work took a detour today when the bus driver went the wrong way and turned when he should have gone straight to my university. The people who were getting off the bus had to navigate three extra blocks of solid ice in the cold weather.
There is no street service here that deals with the ice with salt, and the cold weather has made the ground extremely dangerous. I wore boots despite it looking terrible, and I slipped enough times to be scared. The ladies in high heels who lock arms and survive the walks to class are amazing, and surprisingly common.
The classroom was frozen yet again, so I sat in a cold room and interviewed students for three hours. No wonder my voice is shot and I can’t stand without feeling light headed. There is a nasty cough going around in the office, and everyone is simply holding on until the semester is over, literally while walking to class, and figuratively while we endure finals.