It’s that time of year again, when Batesies commemorate a special tradition: Puddle Jump. This event occurs every January, when the pond is sufficiently frozen, and a hole is cut in the ice for courageous souls to swandive and cannonball into. Sure, the pond’s full of muck and other dirty unnamable entities, and oh yes, the water is close-to-twenty-degrees freezing. But, once you go bold, you can never be cold.
Having jumped in thrice my freshman year, the rush of excitement felt certainly does overpower the fact that you’re shockingly numb from the water and can’t feel a single body part. I think it’s safe to say that I can graduate from Bates knowing I’ve taken part in a special ritual, and that I’ll do it again..in a few hours!