So the sun has gallivanted off into the sunset, as it’s prone to do, and left behind a climate of cold, rain, cloud, rain, cold and, well, cold. This time last week I was thanking God I’d come on exchange to Penn. The weather was glorious, the sun was beating down on my pasty English brow, Locust Walk was rampant with annoying people giving out flyers — summer was on its way. Or so I thought.

Wednesday brought untold misery and a significant amount of rain. My feet got wet, I was late for class, it was a bad day. And yet it got worse. I went to the baseball on Thursday but had lost all feeling in my toes by the 6th innings and had to leave (the Phillies were 8-1 down to the Braves by this point so I really wasn’t missing much). Temperatures plummeted to the low 30s; that summer I’d so confidently predicted seemed a long way off.

So what for Fling? The biggest Penn party of the year is just days away. Will we have sunshine, will we have rain, will we have 57 inches of snow like Phoenix Farms in Michigan (sucks for them)? I decided to use my investigative genius to find out what lies in store for us. You can thank me later.

So ladies and gentlemen of the jury, here is the evidence. It’s going to be mostly sunny till Wednesday when things take a turn for the worse. Scattered showers will provide something of a warm-up act for the thunderstorms we should expect on Thursday (providing a perfect excuse to skip class and start the weekend early). Friday sees some respite with cloud and wind but a reasonable chance of a dry day. Ben Folds need not worry about his hair getting messy in the rain. Saturday will be another day without sun, but an average temperature of 55 degrees means the hordes should be out in force, taking advantage of the free food, smuggled beer and drunk freshmen girls in the quad. The rain may however return on Saturday night so make sure you’re at an indoor party. Either that or make sure everyone wears white. Your choice.

So while it’s not going to be Baywatch weather and there’s little chance of seeing President Gutmann in her swimsuit, Friday and Saturday should, for the most part, be dry. We’ve been given a “licence to fling” apparently so let’s make the most of it. Eat, drink, be merry, because in a week’s time all you’ll have to look forward to are finals. And that sucks.

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