My favorite Cornell memory is the first time I saw snow on campus. I was walking out of the Math Library, heading to a Chem 2070 discussion, when I felt something cold hit my face. As I looked up, I saw white flakes drifting down, quickly coating the ground in a fine powder. Having rarely seen snow before coming to Cornell, I was absolutely elated. I completely lost track of time and spent the next thirty minutes inside the Physical Sciences Building, simply gazing out the large glass windows as the snow continued to fall and pile up.