"Welcome to the summer semester," said my professor facetiously as we sat in one of the fishbowl classrooms, surrounded by windows and thus whirls of snow. Until a few hours earlier, I had wondered how amazingly lax this semester was going to be with only three classes. Then I realized that each class had another class or two that went with it and one of them was today. Oh. Luckily I made it to the class on time and luckily my roommates had come in and out enough to let me know that the weather was no fun. I sported my boots and rejoiced every time I realized that I could stomp through a puddle and still have dry feet. Even though I had brought some normal shoes along, I got so many good comments at the institute today that I just wore my boots all day long. Thanks, Mom.