Shawn RiceOkay, so most college students dispute over which fake-bake country they want to go on their spring break, whether they are going to Jamaica, Mexico or Puerto Rico. Me, I chose to go to Winston-Salem, N. C.: the home of the cigarette industry.
My game plan was that I would fly down to Wake Forest University to see one of my best friends from high school, get a decent tan and experience another college at the same time.
Let’s put it this way: I got two out of the three accomplished. I saw my friend and I got to see another school. It sure as heck wasn’t warm. Well, not the first day at least.
The night before I left for WFU, I got a look at the weather channel. North Carolina was having the only snow storm of the year the night before I was supposed to fly down. Keep in mind, when North Carolina has a snow storm, they mean all of four inches.
I didn’t know what to do.
I headed to the airport in the morning, sticking to the original plan. Either way I looked at it, I was going away for spring break. Snow was going to be the last thing that would stop me.
Right off the bat, when I got off the plane and realized what a culture shock it was to be in the South. I wasn’t sure how everything was going to turn out. I was definitely apprehensive about the entire weekend.
Much to my surprise, my friend had a list of events planned from the moment I got there until the moment I left.
We went to a frat party that Friday night. Saturday we spent watching a Division I basketball game in an abnormally large dorm room, went shopping in a small shopping center with in walking distance and went out to a caf
