Talking to Myself

To the Editor:

There is nothing I enjoy more than waking up and walking to my 9:05 class, only to find that classes have been cancelled until 10:10 AM. The sheer joy that overcomes me when I realize that my walk served no purpose other than pure exercise is unmatched by any experience I've had at Cornell. The process is particularly pleasant when I've stayed up until 3 or 4 in the morning checking Cornell.edu to find out if class will go on; I view it as God's way of telling me I need a workout.

I do not enjoy exercise; left to my own devices, I probably would not wake up at that time to go to the gym. Heck, I might never have gone to the gym had Cornell not built that pretty one down on West Campus. But because the University went out of its way to ensure that the late start-time was a big surprise for all of its staff and students, I got a work out. A divine intervention if I've ever seen one!

Thanks, Cornell.

-- You