PrezBo’s weather machine is on the fritz.

Lately, it’s just been one damn thing after another. We can’t go into each other’s dorms anymore. Deantini is stepping down. We’re marking off our bingo cards of which classes we get contact-traced in. The second full week of classes has absolutely bodied the student body.

And to top it all off, it’s fucking windy.

The series of tents that make up our campus look like they’re about to take off. Dirt is getting kicked up, clouding our vision. We’re losing papers, dining hall containers, and our collective sense of self. Despite our windbreakers, this wind could very well break us.

Wind Turbines via pxfuel