Snow Days

      Last week, the southern United States was hit with an unusual winter storm.  Although Mississippi was not struck as harshly as places like Texas, we still got our fair share of icy roads, power outages, and boil water notices. On Sunday, we were invited to return to school five hours earlier than usual for the sake of avoiding the weather, but once sleet began to fall, all students who were not already more than half way to the school were directed to turn back. We were left with half as many students on campus and even less staff members. (Special thanks our faculty! They were amazing through all of this!) Bored, cold, and with some extra downtime from having virtual classes, the teenagers here did what any art school students would do; we walked–well, slid–around campus and had a photoshoot.

This photo was taken outside of the SLC on the first day we had a full blanket of ice greeting us each morning.

After a failed trip to Dollar General, which, like most stores, was closed at the time, I snapped this outside of the Johnson Institute on my way back.

My senior Maleigh and I had a photo op outside of the Phoenix.

…the rocks were slippery.

Here is our grade-A photographer in action.

We attempted to slide down the ramp with trashcan lids. Not our finest moments, but we made it work. Sorta.

 Had to take a snap of the frozen news paper. You know, for the aesthetic. I’m sorry, let’s just move on.

Gardening Club has a small garden outside of the SLC, and unfortunately, our green friends got frozen over. A couple of distinguished birds (they’re decorations, but don’t tell them that), got to catch a glimpse of the gorgeous scenery. 

The breathtaking view from the top floor of the SLC. From one of the tallest buildings in Brookhaven, you can see the rooftops of the dozens of stores and restaurants in downtown. I am still in awe of this.

Author: Sydney Knotts

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