My steps have somehow transformed into an arctic, treacherous obstacle to confront. I must have appeared foolish using a broom handle to attack the chunks of ice and climb down nearly slipping a multitude of times.
The snow happened to attack me everytime I exited a building. Little did I know, snow was the best part of the soon to freeze my lungs -30 degree weather.
Soy una “adulta” creciendo en mi carrera: Student teaching.
I’m an adult growing in my career: Student teaching.
My duck friends in the wintry cold of my university