You know how at the traffic lights, the pavement slopes off gently to meet the asphalt? Think that, but completely iced over.
In fact think ANYthing whatsoever, but iced over.
Welcome to the Winter Wonderland from hell!
The Disney on Ice of the Dark Side!!!
Ok I exaggerate. (I can’t help it! It’s the Marseille in me)
Today, freezing rain pummeled down on this wintry city.
Just a quick explanation without getting too geeky on you:
Freezing rain is snow that hits a warm front and melts into water droplets, which then pass through a cold front and is supercooled, such that it freezes on impact.
Every drop that hit was instant ice.
Roads were iced over.
Pavements were iced over.
Highways were iced over.
With all this ice, even the gentlest slope became a treacherous nightmare.
It was hell getting to school. Some roads had to be closed off in the morning; on others, firemen had to string ropes across so that people could tow themselves across. Cars had no traction whatsoever and since the university area is essentially on a hill, this meant that cars were frantically spinning their wheels, not to gain any ground in the process but to simply avoid slipping backwards down the hill and crashing into the other fellow behind him. People were falling left right centre front and back, from the simple ones who catch themselves just in time to the dramatic all-out belly-up cartoon flop! If you didn’t break your neck while going up the hill, no worries you’ll get a chance to break it again when you go down.
Considering that going to school under these circumstances might literally kill you? You’d expect that McGill has been around long enough to realize that students who break their necks in trying to get to classes that they didn’t cancel isn’t such a good idea after all. But no, not a single email from the school or a word on their website. My 9.30 a.m. class was not cancelled at all, never mind the fact that it was in a building on the upper more sloping parts of campus. People actually risked their necks to get there, and well the prof was stuck in traffic on the way there (doh!). So everyone had to slide their way back down to Lower Campus for absolutely nothing. Don’t worry about me – I skipped that class obviously.
Montreal is crazy.
Within a span of 5 days, we went from a toasty 6°C to a deathly -30°C, to snow, to freezing rain.
As one friend put it, the weather here is SO PMS-mood-swingy.
In fact think ANYthing whatsoever, but iced over.
Welcome to the Winter Wonderland from hell!
The Disney on Ice of the Dark Side!!!
Ok I exaggerate. (I can’t help it! It’s the Marseille in me)
Today, freezing rain pummeled down on this wintry city.
Just a quick explanation without getting too geeky on you:Freezing rain is snow that hits a warm front and melts into water droplets, which then pass through a cold front and is supercooled, such that it freezes on impact.
Every drop that hit was instant ice.
Roads were iced over.
Pavements were iced over.
Highways were iced over.
With all this ice, even the gentlest slope became a treacherous nightmare.
It was hell getting to school. Some roads had to be closed off in the morning; on others, firemen had to string ropes across so that people could tow themselves across. Cars had no traction whatsoever and since the university area is essentially on a hill, this meant that cars were frantically spinning their wheels, not to gain any ground in the process but to simply avoid slipping backwards down the hill and crashing into the other fellow behind him. People were falling left right centre front and back, from the simple ones who catch themselves just in time to the dramatic all-out belly-up cartoon flop! If you didn’t break your neck while going up the hill, no worries you’ll get a chance to break it again when you go down.
Considering that going to school under these circumstances might literally kill you? You’d expect that McGill has been around long enough to realize that students who break their necks in trying to get to classes that they didn’t cancel isn’t such a good idea after all. But no, not a single email from the school or a word on their website. My 9.30 a.m. class was not cancelled at all, never mind the fact that it was in a building on the upper more sloping parts of campus. People actually risked their necks to get there, and well the prof was stuck in traffic on the way there (doh!). So everyone had to slide their way back down to Lower Campus for absolutely nothing. Don’t worry about me – I skipped that class obviously.
Montreal is crazy.
Within a span of 5 days, we went from a toasty 6°C to a deathly -30°C, to snow, to freezing rain.
As one friend put it, the weather here is SO PMS-mood-swingy.
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