Posted on March 4, 2005.

Today started off alright, and got a lot better really quickly. Friday is already a pretty good day of the week with a lot of fluff padding out my timetable (tutorial, free periods), and I already knew I was getting another hour off thanks to doing Physics (which renders some mechanics lessons fairly redundant, allowing extra time off).

It then started to snow. I was asked - as a connoisseur of snow - whether I thought it would settle. I replied in the negative; oh, how wrong I was. It settled, and in a big way. We haven't had a snow day this year (unlike the last two years), but this was just about as close as we would be able to get without having the day off. I admit we had a fair bit of snow over half term, but this stuck around unlike the half-term vintage

Our half hour free period and - thanks to our form tutor being awesome - half hour tutorial session were spent in a great snowball fight while the rest of the school had lessons. This merely served to intensify the greatness. Unfortunately, at that point I had physics while certain other people had another free period. With fewer people though, less happened, and a further sizable amount of snow fell. This set the scene for the triumph of the day. Phil, Brady and I, with nothing better to do, started to make our way into town, only to be distracted by unscarred snow. Oxford House was a good source of this, and it was their snow that spawned the snowball. This was rolled - and carried - towards the hospital who's virgin snow was, frankly, too tempting. Rolling our already sizable snowball across their grass picked up all of their snow. It was like Katamari Damacy in real life, and a sight to behold. Quickly, the snowball grew too big to easily control, and we decided - perhaps foolishly - to try and get it back to school. Dropping it off a ten inch ledge proved futile, however, as it crashed to the ground and broke. We toyed with various ideas - taking the bits back to school, putting the bits on the bus shelter - and we even tried the old "horses and king's men' routine, but alas, our Humpty Dumpty was not to be. Depressed and defeated, we trudged back to school for lunch - I hoped that at least, like last year, there would be a large snowball fight consisting of Sixth Form vs. The Rest Of The School. What we came across was even better.

There, at the start of the path to Elyanore was a snowball that someone else had made, the same size as our Humpty Dumpty. With no-one around, we adopted it, and decided to try to take it to the large close, as we had originally intended with our first one. We quickly encountered a problem, however. This was at the bottom of a sloping path. A sloping path covered in ice. Trying to move a heavy snowball uphill is a challenge in itself, but on ice? We decided to give it a shot - and we succeeded, but painfully slowly, avoiding small children and daffodils alike being crushed in this ball's path. With one final push, we got it into the sunken garden where were left it - we would be able to look at it from the warmth of the common room and admire our handiwork. And my, what handiwork. However, our joy was short lived; come lunch, miscellaneous members of the lower years attempted to remove it from the garden - the sixth form only garden. Phil and I rushed out to defend it, which we did valiantly, but were eventually outnumbered to such an extent that it was futile to try any further. Interestingly, it was the lower years who were using the philosophy "If we can't have it, no-one can" and attempted to destory it, rather than us, so I was happy to let them try to kick it to bits. Of course, as a massive ball of ice, this took them a long time to even make a small dent. We retreated to let them do what they wanted with it. They decided it would be a great idea to roll it down the school drive into Lexden Road.

Now, I'm not saying we're a great deal better than them - Phil and I did, in fact, float the idea of putting our first snowball into the middle of the road, but decided against it on the grounds that it would actually be dangerous. They, apparantly, lacked the capacity to come to this decision. And so, they proceeded to roll it down the drive until there was some teacher-based intervention, with Mr. Salter and Mr. Stebbings laying the smackdown. Their punishment? To roll it back to the gardens. A fully appreciated end to a quality day.