There was another student protest today up in London. Ordinarily I feel very eager to go, and I have to fight the urge to get on a bus to go join my fellow students in rebelling against the system. Admittedly, it’s not a strong urge, and is usually overcome by the need to do other things, but it is, nevertheless, there. I want to see for myself these protests; I want to show my opposition to the injustice. Today, however, the urge was overruled completely by the weather. Frankly, in this snow, going anywhere in my chair is suicide. I went to school this morning, which was scary enough, and that’s just around the corner. I guess my curiosity about whether the authorities will allow a guy in a wheelchair be ‘kettled’ will have to wait for better weather, as will my eagerness to rebel. I know this is a cop-out, but I guess I have to be a fair-weather revolutionary.