It’s that time of year again in Pittsburgh– sweet, sweet springtime. Birds are chirping and the sun is shining.

And by spring we mean an austere winter and by birds we mean feral pigeons.

Big snow is coming, and it’s looking pretty bleak. Three to six inches are expected to hit the greater Pittsburgh area Monday night into Tuesday, coupled with seriously freezing temperatures.

This harsh reality means unsmiling faces of bundled up college students limping down Boulevard and Wood.

Don’t worry – you’ll still have class. In recent memory, Point Park hasn’t canceled class for a weather emergency. The university plans on keeping its 20 years of perfect attendance record; to prove a point probably relevant to earning your education.

It also can’t be ignored that this storm’s name is Stella. This is a decidedly hilarious name for a storm. Is this a joke to you, National Weather Service?

Combined with the after effects of daylight savings time, this storm is a slap in the face to students already struggling this second half of the semester; not to mention that even though our campus is undeniably small, lots of commuter students will have to maneuver their way through unplowed roads or wait outside at cold bus stops to reach Downtown.

While it’s true that Pittsburgh hasn’t exactly had the snowiest winter, now just isn’t the time.  It’s far too late in the game to enjoy a winter wonderland when our spring break happened two weeks ago.

We at the Globe are daydreaming about late evening study sessions in Village Park and trips to the Point to sit in front of the fountain. Additionally, we refuse to live in a world where we can’t plan ahead whether to get an iced or a hot drink at Starbucks.

So stock up on your café chicken tenders, toilet paper (for those of you non-Thayer dwellers) and your dignity. You’re going to need it this time.

Even though yes, we will probably still have class, snow is pretty beautiful. We can enjoy the view of Village Park. Someone might even build another snowman for us all to look at and get us in the holiday spirit. Or maybe, like a metaphor for our happiness, someone will just knock it down.