St. Valentine's Day. It's a day to wish for love, and all that is possible. This is a moment to consider the future and its great potential, as Patrice Martin lifts very hot ceramic pieces--yet to be glazed and refired--from the kiln.
What we are really anticipating is snow. We wanted snow two months ago, but it's coming now.
The media is hysterical about another storm of the century, and we welcome and join in the hysteria, even if it is too late.
Our photos bring you insights of our final ante-tempestual moments together, before we're (hopefully) buried.
Today's holiday celebrates one of three Christian martyrs named Valentinus who bit the dust around 260 AD (historians do not know which one we're honoring.) We are busy making art in Slocumb Hall.
In the calm before The Storm, we're concentrating on math. 
It was Chaucer who advanced the peculiarly British notion, in the 14th Century, that St. Valentine was affiliated with romantic love.
However corrupted the legacy of the original Valentuses, we're expressing our love and affection for one another with the help of 600 carnations. Lovegrams have been delivered to dorms, thanks to Student Activities and a team of community service volunteers.
Friendship has many expressions. Rafael helps Timmy do a handstand with his head in a set of plastic buckets intended for lovegram carnations.
