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Author: Jeremy Candelas

 

If Ithaca is notorious for anything, it’s the absolutely outlandish weather. While the snow is by far the worst part of the Ithacan climate, other destructive elements escape similar attention. Namely: rain. Expect to run through at least an umbrella or two every semester due to all of the wear and tear Ithaca will put it through.

 

For some, the rain is actually an enjoyable aspect of the Cornell experience. For the rest of us actually in touch with reality, we go through the five stages of grief anytime we enter the Ithaca rainy season.

 

Denial

 

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It’s one of those days where you feel like you can do anything, and you know it’s going to be a great day. So you open the weather app on your phone expecting nothing but sunshine and rainbows, and something’s not right. Obviously the weather app is glitching out. Rain? No, not today. That’s not possible, right? Right??

 

Anger

 

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Trudging to class, things can’t get much worse. Well, that is until your cheapo umbrella from 7-Eleven breaks only three days after you bought it (true story). Granted, you get what you pay for, but today is not the day you’re going to put up with this BS.

 

Bargaining

 

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“Cornell gods, if you’re out there somewhere, please listen to me. If I can get just one break in the clouds – just long enough to get back to my dorm without getting any more soaked than I already am – I will never speak ill of Cornell again. I’ll even return all of the silverware I stole from Oakenshields this year. Just please, end this. Amen.”

 

Depression

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Today was supposed to be the day you’d be absorbing the sunshine, not have your clothes absorb the torrential downpour. Honestly, can it get much worse than this? You’re only halfway through the day, and you smell like a wet dog.

 

Acceptance

 

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At this point, you really just don’t care anymore. It’s not even physically possible for you to be more drenched than you already are. You might as well just accept your fate, and resign yourself to the next week or two of sporadic rainshowers. At least it’s not as bad as the snow that’s soon to come.