No hail in Florida

During spring break, I went to New Smyrna Beach, Fla. Every day was beautiful, the air smelled of happiness, and the wine flowed in with the tide. For one entire week, I was in heaven. It didn't rain a single day, I was with my friends and we could do whatever we pleased. After that one week of similar conditions to what must lie beyond the pearly gates, I once again returned to the place where I actually live: hell. And hell is full of tornadoes, hail storms and \nresponsibility. \nYou see, I work 25 hours a week, go to school full-time and write for the Indiana Daily Student. My days are long, hard and generally there is little time to actually relax and have fun. I have papers to write out the yin-yang and I have to study for exam after exam, all the time balancing my work schedule in such a way that I don't fail all of my classes and be put back even further in the semester. \nAnd just when I think things can't get any worse, God points his finger at me, says "HIM," and employs the services of Tiger Woods to pelt me with golf ball-sized hail stones when the sun is shining brightly overhead. I drive to work, hoping that I don't have hail damage, and thinking how amazing it is that something like this could happen. Surely it couldn't possibly get worse than this.\nThen the tornado sirens went off, the sky got as black as the ninth plague of Egypt, the rain threatened to shatter the glass walls of the restaurant and talk of cyclones ran rampant with each person who sprinted in out of the weather. Trying to salvage some good out of the situation, I looked up at the clock that read 6:30 p.m. and thought that at least there wouldn't be a great amount of customers out in the storm so I would have a slow night and wouldn't have to overexert myself. But as was becoming my luck on that spiteful day, that weather cleared up, the sun came out and shined brightly once more and what must have been half of the city of Bloomington decided, "Hey, I think I'd like a sub." My evening was spent working triple time to keep up with the rush. \nThe bell tolled 11 and my shift was over, but the story doesn't end there. When most college students would have went and drank away their sorrows, I had the pleasure of driving to Indianapolis to pick up my girlfriend, who had spent the last three days of horrendous Indiana weather in sunny Houston on a job interview, from the airport. I got in bed at 1 a.m. ready to wake up in seven hours to begin another long day. \nSo after the last few days, which have been very much like the one described above, I have come to this conclusion: Indiana weather blows and I'm moving to some place tropical. And with any luck, an Econo Lodge won't fall on me.