The TA's day began as any other. She got up and got ready, and left early with her backpack full of graded papers in hand to do some Christmas shopping before going to meet Nate, who was, inevitably, late. Then the time came to administer the final to her students. She sat at the front of the room, fielding questions from students who had turned in the final and picked up their paper, wondering why they had gotten the grade they had gotten. Failing to understand that while she had to grade 62 papers, one of the other TAs only had to grade 19, therefore writing comments was an impossible feat. Finally, it was six PM, she trudged up the stairs, finals in hand, ready to get home and get back to packing and more grading. Coming out of the basement of the JFSB she noticed people entering with familiar white flecks signifying snowfall lightly sprinkled on their heads. She opened the door, and suddenly, as if out of nowhere, a vortex of wind and snow pellets attacked her, literally taking...