Next morning, Wednesday, was yet another mad rush to classes, after all, classes were mandatory attendance if you wanted to pass with flying colors. If you didn't attend, you didn't learn anything and well...the kids wanted to pass with flying colors. Have to please the old man.
It was snowing out...and well, the temperatures on the coast were cold...must have been that El Nina they were talking about.
Yep...Canada. Just put yer toque on, and git yer beaver-tail to class, eh? Qwitcher whinin'. It's only minus two. Just give'r.
...and well there were fine-arts class students who did do some guitar playing in the cold and well...the whole campus was snow-covered. And of course, Greta had to get to class.
As usual, at the respective halls that the kids were going to, there was a log-jam at the entrance. Which meant more milling around in the cold.
And who ever it was that was doing some experiments involving that puzzling contraption out in the science hall yard, well...he attracted some due cosmic attention.
...you see, kids, this is why when Mommy and Daddy tell you to not touch something... DON'T TOUCH!
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