I find it funny how the older you get, the less things seem to have a purpose or fascination. Take snow for example. Yesterday we were expecting lots of snow overnight and possibly a snow day the next day. The general student body was very excited, however there were still dissenting individuals who had 'too many things to do'. Where do we begin to lose our child-like interest in things like parties, holidays, snow days? You would think we would like them even more as the years go on, being that we are older, and closer to death. We need to savor every moment of that time, but we are too busy being worried about deadlines, and tasks that will