I hate feeling cold. This is probably the point where you probably want to say, “Nice going choosing a college in Utah, Rachel.” I tolerate the cold and normally, it tolerates me. However, there are those days where I wake up at 6:40 AM, shower and get ready for the day in my nice, warm apartment without much complaint. I’ve learned that I can force myself out of my toasty comforters only if I can remember that I get to take a nice long, hot shower right away. And then I look at my forecast on my computer: “20 degrees without the wind and don’t forget that it’s at least 10 degrees colder when there is no sun, there’s a 80% of snow which is perfect timing now that both of your boots are broken, and one last thing, Rachel, you’re going to FREEZE on your way to work this morning. Sucks, doesn’t it?”
Begrudgingly, unwillingly, and often with a little despair, I suit up and don my warm hat, my glove/mitten hybrids, a warm scarf and my winter coat and with one last deep breath, I step outside.
Sometimes I get a little self-conscious walking around campus with my numerous layers. Mind you, I’m very content as every part of my body is pleasantly warm and yet, I see people walking around with shorts and a light jacket. What must they think when they see me, wearing every possible form of winter clothing possible, and probably still shivering a little. In reality, no one I pass could care less about how many layers I’m wearing. And yet, I can’t stop myself from imagining what they’re thinking.
- “Yeesh, overdramatic much? It’s really not that cold out here.”
- “Man up, little girl. Weakling.”
- “Are you for real right now? Really? Really?”