For those of you living under a rock, perhaps you’ve heard that New England is absurd right now. Some snow drifts are taller than me, and you can sled down outdoor stairways (the dining hall looses many trays in winter weather this sustained). Any chance of celebrating Mardi Gras is out of the question right now.
There are icicles hanging from awnings right now. That’s right, icicles. For some reason, I thought this was a phenomena contained to the very far north, but apparently they’re actually a normal thing in New England. Still, I’m impressed by them.
I’m equally impressed by the locals who insist upon ordering iced coffee from Dunkin Donuts. And the fact that people bring their animals out in this weather. That’s not to mention the wild ones. We’ve had subzero windchill, and yet somehow there are still bedraggled pigeons in the train station. Some naive part of me expected (wanted?) to find fully frozen animals underneath the snow. Apparently the only ones that haven’t migrated have burrowed into the ground.
I think people should migrate, and I’m not talking about the sad march to Florida that you make when you reach retirement. I mean every goddamn winter. I want out.
I haven’t written in a long time (a problem which I will address later), but have decided to wield my keyboard again in a misguided attempt to change the world. Or rather, I will talk about myself, seeing as there is so little I know about the world.
Why this week blows:
Completely real blizzard Juno blew into the East Coast with the fury of an anti-vaxxer on an online forum. I was subjected to temperatures in the teens, icicles threatening to impale me at every awning, and, later, the perils of black ice and slush. The snowfall earlier this week only added to the slushy disaster that is Boston’s roads, screwing with public transit and with my innocent Californian expectations of winter. Meanwhile, at home it is 60°. Continue reading →
By the way, guys, I made a huge-ass life decision this week. I have decided on a college. And it’s quite literally across the country, Boston to be exact (why yes, I am trying to put as much distance between myself and my parents as possible). I guess now I have to learn how to spell Massachewtits. So which of the fabulous universities in Boston will I be attending? Northeastern, which I chose specifically so I could not be in Boston. Continue reading →
Today, the 15th of February, marks the first day of what my wealthier peers call “Ski-week”. I call it Winter Break 2.0. This single week of freedom is universally yearned for throughout the month of February. We lament our busy high school schedules, and proclaim that we will use these seven days to their utmost. We will seize the moment, and accomplish great things.