I was broke, living off campus up the hill in Cleveland Hts, and going to Case at the bottom of the hill. I'd show up for 8:00 class with a thermos of coffee, ice in my beard and moustache, and be shaking so hard I could barely pour the coffee. Ice patches on hills were also good for a little excitement too. The next winter I managed to get a cheapie car.
The good old days, eh?