I went to school in upstate New York, and found that classes never stopped for inclement weather. Even though I lived on campus, I can tell you getting to school was perilous; not because there was snow on the ground, but because the bridges and/or hills necessary to get to the main campus were terribly plowed, and more slippery than one might expect. There remains a stretch of road that leads downhill, running along the side of one of the numerous gorges, that has yet to be properly fenced beyond ramshackle wooden posts.
Many contend the more macabre statistics indicating student fatalities were more to do with bad winter maintenance than mental health.
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