Tuesday, Feb. 8 … A day that will live in duckfamy.
It began as any other February day begins at Cornell — with the frigid Ithacan wind billowing and a sea of students trudging through muddy slush on their way to class. I was one of them. As we plodded along the sidewalk to class, hands shivering whilst scrolling absentmindedly through social media in a sleepy yet content boredom, we had little idea that day would be interrupted by a moment that would arrest us all in sheer fascination and perhaps even amazement.
Class that afternoon passed uneventfully. If we’d known what was to occur, maybe we would have been unable to focus.