Does anyone know what it's like to wake up after four hours of sleep to shovel snow when the temperature is -3 degrees? Not too many. I woke up this morning... thinking... hoping... praying to God that I would be able to get up the driveway today. I mean, it didn't look like it snowed last night. But alas-- it did. A lot. Unfortunately I didn't realize it until I had to leave. In fact, I almost didn't recognize my car. It pretty much blended into the rest of the driveway-- which was NO WHERE to be found. I attempted to shovel the driveway in under two minutes... which was pretty ambitous considering my driveway. I had to leave immediately in order to get to class on time... I haven't been able to go to school the entire week thanks to this driveway issue. I quickly realized the the snow was not the problem. It was the ice I continually slipped on-- breaking just about every nail in the process. My car wasn't going up the driveway even if I got out and pushed it. Alas, another missed day of classes. I am toast.