It's raining, it's pouring . . . yeah, you know the rest. I got to UTA this morning at 0700 - no rain in sight - and since I arrived an hour before my first class I thought I'd take a little siesta en mi carro (sorry, Spanish is warping my brain.) Anyways, I had been 'resting' for a good 5 minutes when the skies opened up. This proved to be only a slight inconvenience to me - I highly enjoy playing in the rain. The only setback was the fact I had to drag my super-nerd-backpack-on-wheels through the puddles. I don't so much mind the fact my feet, socks, shoes and pants from the knees down are soaked (and have been for hours) but my books, however . . . I paid too much money for those multi-thousand page libros to take a bath in acid rain water. Oh well, I suppose Shakespeare and Emerson were about due for some ritualistic cleansing. It's quite hilarious to watch grown men and women cower under umbrellas, coats and newspapers while running to class. Seriously, wet is wet and it really doesn't matter if you run or walk through the rain - you're gonna get (say it with me class . . .) WET! So, as you traipse around the puddles don't overstep them all - indulge in some wet feet and splash around!