A Stranger in a Cold, Strange Land Lisa Weier February 4, 2011 3 Comments Editor’s note: The Scroll is pleased to introduce a new regular blogger, Lisa Weier, a freshman majoring in Communication and Journalism and in Catholic Studies. She replaces Brady Narloch, who graduated in December. “If your friends jumped off a cliff, would you do that, too?” I can hear my mom’s voice echoing through the years, using the tried, true and dreaded parental comeback. In days past, I would have used my diagnosed “sass problem” to its fullest potential, retaliating, “It depends. Probably, unless there are sharp pointy rocks and/or flesh-eating fish at the bottom.” However since coming to Minnesota as a freshman last fall, I think I would have a new reply. You see, I hail from the great state of Nebraska (and if you’ve never heard of it, it’s two states down and to the left). In my initial second-semester optimism – before classes get old, lectures get long or eyelids get heavy – I spent one early, snowy morning walking behind a scantily clad guy, heading to class. My definition of scantily clad: boots, jeans, flannel shirt, backpack and fur, ear-flapped hat. My mothering instincts made me want to yell, “Put your coat on!” but apparently mothers in Minnesota don’t concern their children with outerwear much, and yet they survive. Amazing! Since arriving at St. Thomas, I have learned many things, not the least of which is to keep quiet that I have yet to attend a hockey game. The first time I let this fact drop was at lunch – there were audible gasps followed by the clang of dropped cafeteria silverware. In the Minnesota version of Spanish, I discovered there is an unwritten yet strongly pronounced accent over every “o.” I learned a 20-degree day really IS warm, almost balmy (until I call home to find out it’s 45 and sunny). I found out that it is culturally acceptable to walk across the quad eating ice cream – on a stick, naturally – in the midst of a blizzard. And I have developed a strange urgency when looking at crisp, perfectly fallen snow. Like a blank canvas, there’s just something seriously wrong there. It must be scooped, plowed or generally pounced upon as soon as possible. So, to my mother’s, “Would you do that, too?” I would now retort, “Would I land in water with a temperature below or very close to freezing?” Well, if the answer to that is, “Yes,” there’s only one thing to do: Jump on in, polar bear style! After all, it is Minnesota. RelatedSaying GoodbyePrayers and Vigilance Necessary in Wake of Penn State TragedyPrayers and Vigilance Necessary in Wake of Penn State TragedyShe’s Obsessed With “Streamlining” 3 Responses Sarah Pappas February 4, 2011 Lisa: Great job! I can also say i’ve never been to a hockey game … so we can hold steady to that! Tom Reusz February 4, 2011 Very nice job! Coming from Illinois, I share a few sentiments about the weather up here in Minnesota. However, I have been to a couple hockey games… Lee, Stillwater February 4, 2011 Well, stranger, you have certainly summed up Minnesota very concisely. I’d make one modification, though – that scantily clad gentleman you mentioned has been told by his mother to wear his coat, his mittens, his hat, his boots, and likely to carry all of those things in his car in case he gets stranded. The thing is … when you wear all that to class, or anywhere for that matter, you can’t go inside without roasting or carrying around a huge armload of stuff. So we don’t! We just get used to being cold outside, keeping our ears and other extremities covered, and hurrying as quickly as possible between indoor spaces!