Letter from the Editor

Oh wait, I’ll just yell about all the snow. If my Dad can do it all day, why can’t I?

The first snowfall was fun. So was the second and third. The fourth time was pushing it and when they dropped about a foot on top of us was the last straw. It was only made worse when another six or so inches decided to show up right when everything was about to melt.

I will say, though the traditional snow day we got was a pleasant surprise, I was a little disappointed. I spent so much time making sure my computer was well ventilated all for nothing. Truly a shame.

You know, I only just turned seventeen. I thought the whole “talking about the weather for an absurd amount of time thing” wouldn’t come up for a couple more years.

At least I can still figure out how to make a website. Which reminds me, the Green Echo has a website. I’m sure most of you know that, but I’m also sure that some of you (you know who you are) don’t. Just go to thegreenecho.org and read away (If you see this, you're on the right website).

It just kind of dawned on me that I’m being graded for this. Isn’t that funny? I get a number, which heavily affects my future, based on how well I can waffle.

Speaking of waffles, did you know that Thomas Jefferson, the third president, is credited with the first long-handled waffle iron? I didn’t, which is weird because presidents are like my whole thing. I need to get a new thing.

Now I would like to apologize to all the rat fans (I’m looking at you, Steven). Unfortunately, I was unable to commit the paper to including more information on rats. It’s sad, but it’s simply out of my control.