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The
rain
stayed
soft
over
the
weekend
,
quiet
,
so
I
was
able
to
sleep
well
.
People
greeted
me
in
the
parking
lot
Monday
morning
.
I
didn
’
t
know
all
their
names
,
but
I
waved
back
and
smiled
at
everyone
.
It
was
colder
this
morning
,
but
happily
not
raining
.
In
English
,
Mike
took
his
accustomed
seat
by
my
side
.
We
had
a
pop
quiz
on
Wuthering
Heights
.
It
was
straightforward
,
very
easy
.
All
in
all
,
I
was
feeling
a
lot
more
comfortable
than
I
had
thought
I
would
feel
by
this
point
.
More
comfortable
than
I
had
ever
expected
to
feel
here
.
When
we
walked
out
of
class
,
the
air
was
full
of
swirling
bits
of
white
.
I
could
hear
people
shouting
excitedly
to
each
other
.
The
wind
bit
at
my
cheeks
,
my
nose
.
"
Wow
,
"
Mike
said
.
"
It
’
s
snowing
.
"
I
looked
at
the
little
cotton
fluffs
that
were
building
up
along
the
sidewalk
and
swirling
erratically
past
my
face
.
"
Ew
.
"
Snow
.
There
went
my
good
day
.
He
looked
surprised
.
"
Don
’
t
you
like
snow
?
"
"
No
.
That
means
it
’
s
too
cold
for
rain
.
"
Obviously
.
"
Besides
,
I
thought
it
was
supposed
to
come
down
in
flakes
-
you
know
,
each
one
unique
and
all
that
.
These
just
look
like
the
ends
of
Q
-
tips
.
"
"
Haven
’
t
you
ever
seen
snow
fall
before
?
"
he
asked
incredulously
.
