by Jane Copland Lan Gao When it snows, the freshman girls from the dorm above the soccer field steal plastic trays from the dining hall and sled down the slope to my street, landing with a crack and a thud across the raised gutter. For thirty, maybe forty yards, they’re free. They don’t pause in pain when the tray hits the asphalt, industrial plastic on pavement reverberating the impact up their spines. In their flimsy sneakers, the girls from the warmth of the coast are pupp