short anecdote from my life as a college student
So my apartment is freezing. No matter what. Like, the thermostat or heater or whatever might as well not exist because they do nothing except make it colder. So when I woke up this morning, of course it was freezing (my bed consists of one comforter, one quilt, and one double-think fleece blanket, plus generally sleeping in a sweatshirt.) I check the weather via google text: 38 degrees in Logan, Utah 84321. Happy September to all. So I dress prepared to freeze my butt off. Walking to class at 8:30, I was pleased with how prepared I had dressed. I was perfectly content-- even a little warm. But then I get out of class at 10:30... and it's definitely warmer than it was two hours ago. I take off my jacket, and walk back to my freezing cold apartment to take a nap under a thousand layers wishing I had mittens and a scarf to sleep with, too. By the time I'm walking to my next class at 2:30, I had already forgotten that it had gotten warmer out because it's still 50 degrees inside the apartment. So once again, I dress to be cold. And wouldn't you know it, it's 90 degrees outside, and I sure am glad that I'm weaing dark jeans, socks, boots, and a fuzzy black jacket. Thank you, Logan, Utah, for screwing me over once again. You'd think I would learn by now.
