I am currently back in Virginia, which is swell. I have yet to spend an entire summer on this side of the country, but I have quite vivid memories about it being WICKED hot when I was here last August. Naturally, I thought the weather would be similar when I arrived a couple weeks ago.
False.
Instead, there have been a few storms.
Storm #1: Sunday evening.
This is my personal favorite.
Natasha and I decided that we would grab dinner and hang out after we got back from the XA leadership retreat. We were excited. After some walking and encounters with some overly studious students and a creepy but well meaning man at Starbucks, we found ourselves enjoying a lovely bench across from the Corner. We noticed a cool breeze. We remarked on the possibility of rain later that night. We had a brief conversation on how much we both love rain. I say it was brief, because we were interrupted by the rain itself.
Within about four minutes, both of us were entirely drenched. I don't think I could have been wetter if I was swimming in a lake.
After we had been pelted with hail at a very high velocity, we called my roommate to come pick us up. I hung up the phone, and the rain stopped. Of course. Also, I feel like I should mention that it took her a little while to get to us, seeing as there were now very large trees blocking almost every road to get to us.
Storms #2-5: Any day I decide to walk somewhere.
No lie. I would say to my roommate, "Hey roommate, I'm going to go visit a friend." Cue rain. I would be on a Wal-Mart run on a fine summer day. While in checkout, I heard thunder. I walk to the exit to find a torrential downpour. Literally completely soaked during the twenty second walk to the car. Not cool atmospheric turbulence, not cool.
All of these recent occurrences have led myself and others to come to the conclusion that I am, in fact, Halle Barry. With white hair. And mutant abilities. Mutant abilities that make it really difficult for me to walk outside without feeling like it would probably be in my best interest to bring an umbrella, despite the fact that it's 95 degrees out. But then, as is consistent with my life, it never does rain when I bring the umbrella.
Add some sass to your (still slightly damp) class,
Jenna
