As the bus pulled up to Clearfork Ski Resort, the John Glenn Ski members bounced in their seats like Tickle-Me-Elmo's. On some of the hills, small patches of green could be seen fighting for air. Some students were disappointed at the sight of this. Most of the hills were strong with snow and could keep the green suffocated beneath it. The trees surrounding the slopes looked like bright green gumdrops. From the parking lot, the skiers and snowboarders looked like ants sliding down a mound of vanilla ice cream.

One hundred eight 14 to 18 year old students hopped off the bus and unloaded their skies, poles and bags. They filtered through the cars like dots on an Etch-a-Sketch to the rental house. Those who had their own skis went straight to the locker room to suit up. The others stood in line to get their equipment.

The rental and...