11Rain, rain go away. Don’t come back another day. After the beautiful weather conditions on April 13 and 14, with warm sun and temperatures in the high 60s, the sharp drop on Monday, April 15 felt like a kick in the face for most Fairfield University students. But the utter downpour the morning of April 16 was depressing, terrifying and, most importantly, dangerous.
At 11:22 a.m., the rain had already been impersonating Niagara Falls for over three hours when staff and students across campus were greeted with an emergency alert — interrupting classes, meetings and the sleep of those Stags who found the dreary weather too ominous to risk attending their morning classes — signaling a flash flood warning until 2:15 p.m. in the Fairfield area. But don’t worry, classes weren’t cancelled and Stags braved the newly formed rivers of downtown Fairfield to make it to their classes on time. The flooding and accompanying winds were so bad that students all over campus were arriving to classes with super-saturated raincoats that accompanied their broken umbrellas, spirits and hopes for warm weather.
With walking to class safely — or at least at the risk of only a turkey attack or witnessing said turkeys mating (please see the biology department with any questions) — a fond memory of the past, canoes were the must-have item on campus for the day but, sadly, the Stag Spirit Shop did not have any in stock. Said canoe would have been necessary to even get to the downtown bookstore. That being said, the Mirror Staff as a whole can vouch that more than one umbrella and sweater were sold on that miserable day.
Due to all of this, but especially the lack of canoe availability, the Editorial Board feels as though Fairfield missed the opportunity to balance out those missed Wednesday classes for snow days — we easily could have made Monday a rain day and granted students much needed warmth, dry conditions and saved Fairfield the money lost through the numerous extra dryer loads.
Though it’s widely understood that this is in fact New England and, with that, anything can happen, these drastic extremes leave students depressed from summer weather fake-outs, cold from unexpected downpours and seriously considering investing in a canoe or kayak — the Mailroom Staff better start lifting weights for when those get delivered.
Sending Mother Nature hate mail seems like the only sensible idea. Students feel personally victimized by Her weather choices, as she mocks us as our glasses fog up and our shoes squeak down the hallways of each academic building. With it being April and 50 degrees, it feels like the promise of warm weather has disappeared. April showers may bring May flowers, but nothing about that saying means the rain has to be frigid!