I think winter is the worst season. Nothing is appealing about having to wear eight layers to go outside and still being cold. What is the point of wearing so many layers that you look like the Michelin Man if they aren’t going to keep you warm?
Some good things happen in the winter, mainly Christmas. The lights, the music, the food, the cookies, the time with family and all the love shared during the holidays are highlights of the season. But besides the holidays and snow days, I can’t think of anything else I like about winter.
I know I’m not the only one who thinks Christmas is the best part of winter. The decorations and the festivities alone bring me enough excitement for months. I look forward to the day my mom tells me we get to decorate, which is typically the day after Thanksgiving. I could sit and stare at my Christmas trees and lights all day long. Depending on where you live, the Christmas season can also bring beautiful white snow.
As a girl born and raised in Greensboro, I hate the cold. I hate shivering and not being able to feel my fingers or toes, no matter how many pairs of socks or gloves I have on. But as a girl from the South, I love snow. I know what you’re thinking — you just said you hated being cold, but you love the snow?
Snow in the South is rare, especially for it to stick to the ground for more than a day. So when it does, I will always brave the cold to go outside. I remember getting so excited in elementary school when snow was forecasted and waking up to the news that school was closed. I would immediately put on all my layers, meet my friends outside and spend all day sledding and building snowmen.
Christmas and snow are the only things about winter that bring me any kind of joy. People talk about all the cute sweaters, jackets, and scarfs you can wear but most of the time you’re wearing too many layers to even look cute. While you can wear cute sweaters, you’ll have to look under the thin jacket and the thick puffer jacket to even see it. I would much rather be warm and look like the Michelin Man with all my layers than look cute and be shivering.
My parents and a majority of my extended family are from Ohio, so they are used to brutal winters and constant snow. One might think that maybe I could handle it too, but that is not the case. Since my parents chose to raise their daughters in the South, they can’t get mad when my sister and I complain about being cold.
Additionally, walking anywhere on a college campus in the cold is not fun, but walking to class three to four times a day is even worse. Walking to class in general is not the most joyous thing in the world, but when it’s 30 degrees and windy and it’s even worse. It’s also frustrating to wear a lot of layers to class because walking into the buildings becomes like walking into a furnace. What’s the point of wearing all the layers if I’m going to sweat through them in class?
If I had to rank the seasons in order of my favorite to least favorite it would go fall, because of college football, spring because of lacrosse, summer because no school, obviously, and winter in dead last. I hate to be such a negative Nancy but it’s hard to enjoy winter and the cold.
While the holidays and snow are fun, I can’t seem to look past the numb fingers and toes. Although many may prefer winter over the blazing heat of summer, I’d only enjoy living somewhere colder when pigs fly.
