Oh what a beautiful sight it was. White snow flying about, people being hit, snowballs being thrown — what more could you ask for? I had gathered my snow and moved to the front lines, and I threw my fair share of snowballs. My friend got nailed in the face and went back to the dorm, but I continued to fight on.
Then it happened. I got hit in the face for the fifth and final time. I staggered back to Dillon and was proceeded to be asked if I were high because of how red my eyes were. For some reason, instead of forming two sides (the side closer to God Quad and the side closer to Alumni Hall), there was a third side. These people stood on Alumni's turf and were throwing snowballs at the people in the middle of South Quad where I stood. In effect, I was caught in the crossfire.
However, I am not angry. The thrill of a snowball fight is seeing a man go down from a low blow or seeing him crouch over in pain from a shot to the face. Rather, I am thrilled that I survived. After all, it's just for fun.
Sean Fitzgerald
freshman
Dillon Hall
Dec. 6
