Frozen frat boy on a stick

Here in the land of dramatic weather turnarounds, we had a rather violent storm this morning, and now we're being whipped by winds and the temperture is going to drop about 45 degrees by tomorrow night.

My student worker is deeply dismayed by all of it. He grew up in Texas, "at the southernmost tip of tornado alley," so apparently he awoke when the storm hit at 5:30 this morning and, as is customary, checked the weather online. He already had several instant messages along the lines of "We're gonna die!" from other TX- and OK-hometowners.

I slept through most of it myself. I don't think the storm passed over my neighborhood in the same force as it hit the college. I did wonder briefly if all the roses at my new house, which bloomed sometime between Monday and yesterday, would be beaten to death by hail. Yesterday, the entire backyard smelled of roses. It was amazing.

Anyway, we all survived the storm (one student's fancy Audi was crushed by a tree. Waaah.). But poor student worker has more discomfort bestowed by nature ahead of him this weekend. He and his fraternity brothers have rented cabins at a nearby lake, and the temps will be dropping to 38 tomorrow night. As soon as I told him, he hopped on his cell and started calling people to advise them about warm clothing.

He amuses me so much! Such an adult sense of responsibility, even in preparation for a raging kegger. These millennials, they truly are a different generation.