The angry yeti surfaces from his hidden lair and lumbers his way through the blinding snow and freezing rain… With caffeine in his veins, blood-shot eyes zeroed in on his target, and sore muscles dangling from limbs like abused sausages, he plods his solemn course to the Great Halls of Learning.

Impolite weather conditions cannot deter him.  Slippery surfaces do not cause him to stumble.  Thoughts of fascist grammar will ne’er stop him in his icy tracks.

Few eyes on this great earth have touched upon such strides of maniacal determination…

And to think it’s only the first week of class.

(Thank God it’s Friday!)