I fought the cold and the cold won

Time: 10 a.m.
I wake up to the sound of ice hitting my window. I look outside and see that it has been transformed into a beautiful winter wonderland.
"I guess we are staying in!" my roommate says in a rather chipper manner.
I can't contemplate the idea of being stuck in my apartment all day. I decide that I will brave the elements, that I will take on mother nature and that I will do this by venturing out to the dining hall.Time: 11 a.m.
"Where are you going?" my roommate asks me.
I continue applying my eyeliner and reply coolly - "I am going to breakfast."
My other roommate looks at me like I am an idiot.
"You're going out in that?"
I nod my head and walk toward the door determined to keep up my appearance of complete confidence.
Armed with thermals, a huge coat and heavy-duty gloves, I open the door and venture out into the freezing cold. The shock of cold air and the sound of ice pellets hitting the ground make me rethink my need for a hearty breakfast. Still, I put on a brave face and inform my apartment mates that I will see them after breakfast.
"I'll bring you back a muffin!" I yell cheerfully as I shut the door.
I turn around just in time to see someone slip on the ice and fall on their butt.

Time: 11:10 a.m.
I am now back in my apartment wondering what I am going to eat. I decide that now is the time to attempt to make a substantial breakfast with my semi-decent culinary skills. To my horror, I realize that all I have to eat is cereal. Cold cereal. Because of my southern upbringing, breakfast just isn't complete without grits and some sort of fried meat. Luckily, my roommate has taken pity on me and has shared some of her grits with me. Now all I have to do is cook them. How hard can that be?

Time: 11:40 a.m.
My grits are quickly congealing and I am contemplating trying to venture out again to make it to the dining hall. I am hungry and now irritated. Luckily for me, my other roommate also takes pity on me and offers me some bread and cheese. At the thought of a good grilled cheese sandwich, my mouth waters and I take her up on the offer.
After calling my mom for guidance on how to save my grits, I am well on my way to making a decent meal of a grilled cheese sandwich and grits - Yum. After checking on my food I head to the apartment balcony to gloat over the people who are still trying to brave the elements. I can't help but snicker watching people slip and slide on the ice as I, in the comfort of my living room, wait for my breakfast to finish cooking. My friend's voice interrupts my thoughts,
"I think your sandwich is burning."

Time: 12 p.m.
After eating my half burnt grilled cheese and grits and doing a Bible study, I feel my homework staring at me. Stacks and stacks of articles and cases are beckoning me to come and read them. I oblige and begin briefing cases for my communications class. But as much as I try, I just can't keep my mind on the cases. I can clearly see the snow/ice/slush mixture outside and my inner child is screaming, "Snow day!" As we all know, snow days are for neglecting schoolwork and enjoying the beauty of nature at its coldest. At this point my grown up self enters the debate and fights back, "School work!"
Unaware of my inner turmoil, my apartment mates watch me warily as I go back and forth between the television and my mountain of readings.

Time: 5 p.m.
A whole day has gone by. I have attempted to please both my inner child and my grown up self by opting for a mixture of watching television and doing schoolwork.
Nevertheless, five hours of "Platinum Weddings" and "America's Next Top Model" have a numbing effect on the brain and I am dangerously antsy. Luckily for me, I am hungry again.
The prospect of making dinner provides a break from my monotonous routine. This should be easier than breakfast because all I have to do is put the frozen food into a skillet and warm it up. I open the freezer with anticipation and have a look around.
"Where is my food?" I ask my roommate.
She scurries off mumbling something about there being some left over soup in the refrigerator.

Time: 9 p.m.
Cabin fever has fully set in. I start to fear for my apartment mates and myself because we have taken up recording silly dance routines in front of a Mac computer.
We decide half way through our festivities that we would also be pretty good at making a music video of some sorts so we attempt that too. I really get into it until my friend informs me that my freestyling sounds like a rooster crowing.

Time: 12 a.m.
In bed. Frustrated because I have literally been going in circles all day around my apartment. Still, I decide that no matter the weather, tomorrow I will attempt to venture out to the dining hall once again.