Whenever I log into my Facebook, half of my Holy Cross friends (the graduates) wax poetic about the Carols Service, the Tree Lighting, and Midnight Breakfast. The other half (the current students) complain about the all nighters and the bitterly cold walk between Dinand and their respective dorms. It’s entertaining.
And as I sit here finishing up my essay (which is due on Thursday…), I find myself wishing that I could zip on down to Kimball to get some waffles at midnight (really, best idea of all time) or spend some last frantic minutes cramming for my Latin final in Fenwick 4. But, instead of waxing poetic, I’d rather just show you all. So, here’s a compilation of my winters on the Hill.