Most weekends, I like to do things around LA. There’s an incredibly diverse range of activities available to anyone willing to venture on a twenty-minute drive.

However, this past weekend, I had to go home for a family commitment. Let’s just say that it didn’t go well. The first terror of my journey began with my plane ride.

Normally, I sleep well on red eyes, but, this time, I was wide awake for five hours. I might have been disturbed by the light aimed directly in my eye from someone sitting across the aisle.

When I initially planned this trip, I anticipated being home for a nice autumn weekend. Instead, I got to endure an unusual blizzard that struck while the leaves were still on the trees. Here are some pictures of what I got to encounter while USC was basking in cloudless 70° weather.

The best part of the weekend (besides the downed trees) came when we lost power at 6:00 pm on Friday. The USC football game against Stanford was due to start at 8:00 pm, and I was privileged enough to miss it as I scrambled about in the dark searching for candles.

The best part of the evening came when I tried to use my phone to report the blackout. I found the power company’s webpage dedicated to such reports. Here’s what it looked like:

All that I can say is that I am glad to be back at USC with an affirmed sense that I chose the best climate possible in which to study.