Anyone who reading this blog can easily tell that I am not a native Vermonter. I moved from Central Florida 6 years ago to work for the law school. Having never lived further north than South Carolina, this was a huge life change. Both husband and I love our life here and have no plans to leave.
However, this is the most difficult time of year to “experience” and I heartily empathize with 1st year students who are struggling. It’s cold, icy and dreary. Today, we have a delayed opening until 2nd period classes (9:45) because the roads are so icy. I didn’t realize how bad it was this morning (or that we even had the delayed opening) until I let my large, sturdy dog out and watched him gingerly step across the driveway to get to the snow. He did his thing and came right back in the house - with a coating of ice on the top of his coat. Usually, he tears around, protecting the homestead from the squirrels and chipmunks - but not today.
Grades for the fall semester have been posted. For many students, it’s a harsh awakening. They have always done well academically and now they are competing among peers who are equally strong. I have been giving lots of hugs and words of support. They will succeed.