In the heart of upstate New York lies Union College, where the changing of seasons is about as predictable as night in the casino. As the groundhog peeks out to predict the length of winter, students brace themselves for a rollercoaster ride of weather that would make even Mother Nature raise an eyebrow.

The wondrous transition from winter to spring is a time of hope, renewal, and of course, seasonal madness at Union. Picture this: it’s mid-March, the sun is shining, birds are chirping, and students are tossing their bulky coats aside in a premature declaration of victory over the cold. It’s spring and beauty all over again, a collective sigh of relief sweeps across campus as everyone embraces the promise of warmer days ahead.

But hold onto your hats, dear readers, because the weather has a little surprise up its sleeve. Just when you thought it was safe to pack away your snow boots, April hits like a curveball from a particularly mischievous weatherman. Suddenly, the skies darken, the temperature drops faster than a freshman’s GPA after syllabus week, and before you can say “global warming,” a blizzard descends upon the unsuspecting campus.

Yes, you heard it right– a snowstorm in April. Because nothing says “welcome to spring” quite like shoveling your way to class and wondering if your professor will accept “snowed-in” as a legitimate excuse for tardiness. 

Meanwhile, the crazy squirrels on campus are probably scratching their furry heads, wondering if they should start hoarding acorns or investing in tiny parkas. And let’s not even get started on the poor flowers– they pop their heads up with such optimism, only to be promptly buried under a blanket of snow, their dreams of basking in the sunlight dashed faster than you can say “botanical tragedy.”

But fear not, dear readers, for the resilient souls of Union College are nothing if not adaptable. Armed with an assortment of winter coats, flip-flops, and umbrellas, we trudge on, navigating the treacherous terrain of unpredictable weather with stoic determination.

Who needs a calendar when you have the weather forecast? Just close your eyes, throw a dart at the seasonal roulette wheel, and voila– you’ve got as good a chance of predicting tomorrow’s weather as the local meteorologist. Will it be sunny? Snowy? Hailstones the size of golf balls? Who knows? Your guess is as good as ours. Enjoy the winter while we can still confidently say it’ll be cold, folks!