To all you people who protested when Kent State had classes in the blistering cold, it looks like it just took some precipitation for you to get your wish.

And by some precipitation, I mean ridiculous amounts of snow.

Well, congratulations. I’m sure none of us will soon forget the Great Valentine’s Day Blizzard of ’07. And while you were sledding behind Taylor Hall, I was getting stuck in my driveway, twice, which leads me to my main point.

I hate snow. Mostly, I hate driving in it. It’s such a nuisance. I had finally gotten over the fact that I have to get up early just to start my car, so when it’s time for me to go somewhere, such as school or work, I’m not seeing my breath as I’m pulling out of the driveway. Not to mention the ceremonial scraping of the windshield.

But now there is shoveling involved, which sucks if you have a 30-foot driveway with trees all around, just waiting to be hit. Don’t get me wrong, I like my driveway and the trees, I just hate the snow.

As a kid, I liked snow. I even loved when I got a snow day, but a few things have swayed my opinion on snow. The first thing that happened was I turned 16, and then I started to drive. Well, that was mostly the only thing that happened to make me start to hate snow, but once that ball got rolling, it didn’t stop.

The hands-down worst part of snow is having to drive in it, and having to drive like my grandmother isn’t cool either – I don’t really appreciate how it feels to go 20 in a 35. But snow makes me do this for a few reasons. One, I don’t want to slide off the road and into a telephone pole, tree or mailbox. Two, on the few occasions when the sun is out and trying to melt this white curse, it reflects all the light back onto my eyes and I can’t even see.

Lucky for me, I have a car that’s pretty good in the snow and it even impressed a few people. Unlucky for the people I have seen in ditches or rammed into the mountains of snow along the road, they do not have good winter cars. Or they are bad drivers, but either way I wouldn’t have had to sit on Lincoln Street while someone dug out their car if it wasn’t for the snow. The snow mountains in the C lot on Summit Street are so massive you could probably kill someone and hide a body in there and no one would find it until spring break, at which point you could be in Cancun, safely away from any U.S. law officials, muahaha.

In about three months when I graduate, I will have the first opportunity to actually do something about my Northeast Ohio situation – I could move if I so desire. But by then it will be May, it will be sunny, there won’t be a snowflake in sight and this hatred will probably be subdued until next December, when I will start complaining about it again.

Donny Sobnosky is a senior video and film programming major and columnist for the Daily Kent Stater. Contact him at [email protected].