Just like Buddy said from Elf, “First we’ll make snow angels for two hours, then we’ll go ice skating, then we’ll eat a whole roll of Tollhouse Cookie-Dough as fast as we can, and then we’ll snuggle.”
December is a time of gift giving, messy snowstorms, the infamous Santa Claus, scrumptious food, loving family, and holiday movie marathons on television. It may be ‘the most wonderful time of the year,’ however here at Mason, ‘it is the most stressful time of the year.’
Once Thanksgiving hits, Christmas music plays all over campus. Students, bundled up, try and weather the cold, trekking across campus to libraries to cram and study. Everyone waits until the last day of finals to celebrate and pack to go home. The famous quote, “home is where the heart is,” stood out to me, when I traveled home for the holidays my freshman year. Everyone has a story, but my story could win a Pulitzer prize.
My name may be Melissa, but my nickname is, “BAD LUCK.” On December 20th, I packed my winter clothes, wrapped last minute gifts, and lugged my suitcase down three flights of stairs with no elevator. Sounds fun right? Keep in mind, it just snowed a few days prior and the ground was a slippery sheet of ice. It was now 2:30pm and my bus home to New Jersey was at 5:00pm. I start walking out of my dorm with my suitcase and purse, and “BOOM.” I had suddenly slipped on black ice, got up, and started walking like no one else witnessed it.
I finally made it across campus to catch the Mason to Metro Shuttle, which was a zoo. Fairfax County, known for their horrendous traffic, never fails. Traffic was bumper-to-bumper all the way to the Metro and time was ticking away. TICK…TICK….TICK… I finally arrived an hour later. It was now, 3:45pm. I quickly bought my metro pass and ran to the Orange Line, which was backed up as well. What a surprise! I arrived at Union Station at 4:45pm and sprinted as fast as I could to the MegaBus with my huge suitcase trucking behind, and in my opinion, managed to make record timing. Boy do I wish someone had recorded that. Thankfully, I didn’t fall again! I walked further and took my first step on the hot and crowded bus at 4:59pm. Right there, was transportation at it’s finest. I arrived home at 9:30pm, exhausted, aggravated, and starving. HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO ME!
The movie, “Planes, Train, and Automobiles,” sums up my entire ride home. Being a freshman, I was lost, confused, and oblivious to the world. I was finally stress-free from finals and research papers, but later faced the stress of transportation and other weather-mishaps. I was home for one month and got to visit friends, family, malls, Santa and his reindeer, elves, and Frosty. I truly believe the Grinch was watching my every move on my way home that day. Winter 2010 was a defining moment to the start of my college career. “Home is truly where the heart is.”
~Guest Blogger Melissa M, George Mason, Extreme Holiday Traveler