Jon Scott Beaver - Bentonville, AR Kimberly Kay Beaver - Fordyce, AR Stacey Dawn Bell - Springfield, MO Stanley Wayne Benett - Columbus , MS Terri Lyn Benney - Ontario, Canada Michael Brett Biggs - Ft. Worth , TX Cecilia Lynn Bitting - Santa Paula , CA Ann Marie Blue - Tul sa, OK Andrew Thomas Blues - Memphis, TN Bobby Gene Bluford - Knoxville, T•N Rebecca Joy Boaz - Searcy, AR Terri Lynne Bomar - Romarice, AR Shawn RaeAnn Bond - Broken Bow, OK Antoinette Bowers - Memphi s, TN Stephanie K. Bowlin - Little Rock, AR Kirk Anthony Bowman - Newport , AR Sue Lynn Brackett - Yero Bech, FL Michelle Renee Brady - Glen Carbon , IL Lara Louise Brasfield - Memphis, TN Kimberly Lynn Bratcher - Searcy, AR Danny Neil Brightwell - Lonoke, AR Lorin Brooks Bristow - Alexandria , LA 240Sophomores Beaver - Bristow Hawaii through hibernation T uesday began with few surprises but it certainly didn't end that way. It was windy and gray out. The campus was abnormally calm. I threw my body out of doors to go risk registration, wondering all the while if I was soon to catch my death of measles in the upcoming months. Common sense nudged me to hightail it back to my warm little apartment and hang out for the day. Something in the air told me this was not to be a kind winter. Rumors began to stir throughout the course of the afternoon, you know the ol' Tom Bonner rumors, "Slight chance of snow, ten percent chance of inconveniency," which in times past has amounted to anything but a threat - no biggie! It wasn't long until my roommates and I started getting these little meterology update phone calls from SCAW (Students Concerned About the Weather) trying to prepare us for the by now, upcoming blizzard which was but mere hours away from dumping on White County and I suppose it was for entertainment's sake we were given the nationwide outlook and the current temperature . . . every ten minutes. All of a sudden, my roommate ( a northerner who shall remain nameless) came bounding into the room with an "I just won McMahon's $1,000,000 sweepstakes" look on her face proclaiming at the top of her voice (about ten decibles, I'd say) "It's snowing!" I looked for her to drop to the floor from sheer exhaustion of such a declaration. I braced myself, took a deep breath, and peered cautiously out the window. It was snowing all right . . . and snowing and snowing. Since the results of culture shock could be devastating, I refused to leave the apartment until necessity called ... and nothing could be necessary. There's only so much I could do in a two by four apartment for four days. I drew every word in Pictionary (three times to be exact) until I could guess them all within five seconds time, played Trivial Pursuit till all the colors ran together, and discovered six new ways to fix hot dogs. While I was rather enjoying myself, my roommates were beginning to worry. One morning I awoke to tiny whispers of one of them making the campus nurse how to successfully treat a victim of cabin fever. She offered no instant cure but assured my roommates if I had seen the light of day within thirty-six hours, they probably wouldn't catch it. By the way - let me explain something here. I feel a twinge of selfredemption coming on. Snow is beautiful. God made it. God also made sunshine, pineapples, and palm trees - and I must admit, it was the hope, however slight, of someday basking in a Hawaiian paradise that carried me through this winter fest, which inevitably came complete with a runny nose, sinus headache and sore throat! Friday, the real world beckoned me to glazed sidewalks and yes, civilization itself. I changed my attitude - looked slush in the face and stomped on it. (Thank goodness for the Rambo shoes.) By Saturday, things were pretty much back to normal. I was now voluntarily opening the door when we had visitors and could raise the blinds without serious side effects. The Sunday walk to church was an experience I care not to go into at this time. At the end of the adventure I had learned one thing: I should have listened to my mother when she tried to pawn off the ten year-old pair of family snow boots on me as I headed out the door last week. Now, I realize those three inch wedged, heeled, fur-lined brown boots wouldn't look so socially repulsive after all. Anyway who cares? And even though snow cream is no competition for TCBY, I still sort of like it. Certainly God made us to appreciate this miracle of sorts - though deep down I certainly know God made me a sun bunny. - Karen Reynolds "Fade back!" During the snowstorm, Dave Reece, a sophomore from Exton, PA, plays quarterback on the front lawn. The snowstorm was responsible for Harding's first use of a "snow day." - photo by Bill Tripp.
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