Though everyone’s favorite form of precipitation pounded Villanova for most of Tuesday, the snowfall just wasn’t enough to keep students out of classes, at least not for long. By 1:30 p.m. on Wednesday afternoon, all classes were over, which could mean only one thing … snow day. The Features section would like to present our idea of the perfect snow day. We think you’ll find it vaguely familiar.1:20 a.m. – Enough with the obsessive weather report checking. Action News 6 hasn’t updated its Web site in three hours, and everyone’s Facebook status still says “hoping for snow.” 4:06 a.m. – Early morning snow check. Are three inches enough to cancel your 8:30? You’d better hope so.5:45 a.m. – We’re up to four inches as you watch ROTC members and the crew team struggle through the pile-up on their way to the Pavilion. If they can’t do it, can anybody? Classes must be cancelled.7:23 a.m. – Five inches and no delays yet. What are they, crazy? You turn your pajamas inside-out and backwards for some extra juju.8:02 a.m. – The home page says classes delayed until 10:30. You, however, decide to interpret that as a full day off and push your alarm back. Your calculus professor drops the lowest quiz anyway, right?10:12 a.m. – Alright, once you get past 10 cycles on the snooze button, it gets a little ridiculous. Time to bundle up and head out into the world.10:37 a.m. – You don’t even slightly regret trading Plato’s “Republic” for a snow day. Real-world learning is more effective, anyhow.11:12 a.m. – You take a trek to see the chaos that is a South Campus snow day. Obviously, you’ve prepared an escape plan in case things get crazy.12:03 p.m. – The first floor boys from Stanford are triple-dog-daring each other to stick their tongues to a frozen lamp post. 12:04 p.m. – STUCK?! STUUUUUCK?!?!12:13 p.m. – Everyone applauds as VEMS saves the poor guy from almost certain doom. His tongue, however, is not so lucky.12:39 p.m. – You make the trip back up to Main Campus. Past the age of 19, you can only handle South Campus in small increments.1:15 p.m. – A massive snowball fight erupts in the Quad; Sheehan and Sullivan are competing to the death. You remember that almost everyone who lives here was on South Campus less than a year ago. Apparently we don’t grow up.1:54 p.m. – Unwilling to deal with the craziness that is the Pit, you elect to eat at Connelly. Your turkey wrap cancels out that chocolate muffin, right? That’s what I thought.2:30 p.m. – Who knew a day off could be so tiring? Time for a break.4:37 p.m. – Time flies when you’re collapsed on your bed, as evidenced by your two-hour-long “power nap.”6:00 p.m. – There’s nothing better than drinking hot chocolate and watching re-runs of “Full House” for a few hours. 6:30 p.m. – Dinner at the Italian Kitchen. Those trusty chicken parm sandwiches never fail to warm you all the way through.7:46 p.m. – You consider doing the homework that’s due tomorrow, just in case classes actually go on.7:47 p.m. – Consideration over. 8:55 p.m. – The “Grey’s” countdown begins. You should be writing a psychology paper, but Meredith is underwater, people. This is serious.9:47 p.m. – Patrick Dempsey, where have you been all my life?10:35 p.m. – Hey, you! Sidewalk salt guy! We are not in need of your services! Hey! You! Stop it!11:00 p.m. – Drat. The stairs outside your building are entirely traversable. Curse you, Public Safety!11:37 p.m. – Apparently it’s time to start doing homework … Or not.12:00 a.m. – Gee whiz, it’s been a day! You’ll get up early and write your paper in the morning, you promise. It’s only a few pages anyway …