I am amazed that it is November already. Things are humming along nicely in the WC; there haven't been that many stressed-out students, but I'm sure that some will begin to pop up now that we are closing in on the end of the term. It started to snow the other day, and we all gathered by the window, student writers, peer consultants, faculty, and myself and watched. It was nice to think of the metaphor of a writing center as a warm, inviting place, in the heart of a storm.