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quotidians Feb. 27th, 2026 04:55 pm)
quotidians Feb. 27th, 2026 04:55 pm)This week the class of '27 had what will likely be our last field trip all together as a cohort. On the bus ride there and back we played trivia to prepare for the Quiz bowl type competition we have on Sunday and cozied up with (read: fell asleep haphazardly on) our seat mates.
Snowshoeing on the 23rd took us on a hike in which we pelted each other with snowballs and shook snow off tree branches on purpose, hoping to bury one of our own. Then in our cabin we dried ourselves by the fire, agonized over frozen beef, and exchanged childhood stories in which we terrorized polite society in the brief interval when we were hardy, half-savage twerps who couldn't really be faulted when we committed trespassing, indecent exposure, or acts of violence.
The next day we hit the slopes. On the ride there my friend George went apeshit on his roommate ("Why are you so fat? You didn't make dinner, you didn't make breakfast, you didn't do the dishes! I was your mom for the past 24 hours!") while the bus driver attempted to hide his amusement. The packed powder was fantastic once I got past the initial rustiness, but I had to drag myself across any stretch of the run without enough of a slope as I hadn't gotten my skis waxed since 2024. It felt like I was getting my fix of cross-country skiing early, but my snowboarder friend had it worse--hopping upwards of 250 meters of the piste because she'd lost momentum from the "slow ass snowboarders in front of [her]".
The final day we did cross-country skiing and I fell on my ass about three times, on my left side about five more. Least I mastered the art of standing back up on skis. The snowboarder snapped this one.
Snowshoeing on the 23rd took us on a hike in which we pelted each other with snowballs and shook snow off tree branches on purpose, hoping to bury one of our own. Then in our cabin we dried ourselves by the fire, agonized over frozen beef, and exchanged childhood stories in which we terrorized polite society in the brief interval when we were hardy, half-savage twerps who couldn't really be faulted when we committed trespassing, indecent exposure, or acts of violence.
The next day we hit the slopes. On the ride there my friend George went apeshit on his roommate ("Why are you so fat? You didn't make dinner, you didn't make breakfast, you didn't do the dishes! I was your mom for the past 24 hours!") while the bus driver attempted to hide his amusement. The packed powder was fantastic once I got past the initial rustiness, but I had to drag myself across any stretch of the run without enough of a slope as I hadn't gotten my skis waxed since 2024. It felt like I was getting my fix of cross-country skiing early, but my snowboarder friend had it worse--hopping upwards of 250 meters of the piste because she'd lost momentum from the "slow ass snowboarders in front of [her]".
The final day we did cross-country skiing and I fell on my ass about three times, on my left side about five more. Least I mastered the art of standing back up on skis. The snowboarder snapped this one.
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