Yesterday evening I had a lecture at 4:15pm (around sunset here) and made the 20 minute walk to class in the same amount of clothing I'd been wearing for the previous couple weeks. I had just a longsleeve t-shirt, a light track jacket and jeans. Well, I was FREEZING. By the time I realized how cold it was, it was too late to go back and change, so I had to tough it out. I practically ran back from the lecture when it ended- not because I was in hurry, but to stay warm!
This morning was even worse. It was another of the increasingly common mornings where I fleetingly wished I'd chosen to study abroad somewhere tropical or in the Caribbean.
Though of course, I don't really mean it. Hot tea wouldn't be as nice on the beach.
The weather here is not normally too bad, at least compared to the American Midwest or something. The only times I really get cold are my fault. Before this morning, I could usually blame myself for failing to wear enough warm clothes every time I felt uncomfortably cold. As long as I dressed warm enough for the current conditions, I was normally fine.
But this morning that changed. I knew it was going to be really cold. I had shrewdly looked on weather.com before I went to my 9:00AM lecture (basically cheating), and it said the feel like temperature was 24 degrees. I believed it too, after last night. I bundled up in all the warm clothes I had, no matter how ridiculous I felt. I wore long underwear, jeans, my boots, a long sleeve shirt, a sweater, my giant puffy jacket, a fuzzy hat and my best gloves. I was pretty sure I was overdressing, and I would be sweaty by the time I reached my lecture. Surely it wasn't too cold.
I was only outside for a few minutes before I realized it was not just cold, but COLD. I was literally painfully cold the entire walk to lecture, I couldn't believe it. The strong wind felt like it was blowing off the north pole. I was worried my face was going to freeze in place.
If it doesn't get warmer soon, I'll have to dress like this next time I go outside:
All for now,
Gabe
1 comment:
yeah, i remember moving to Minnesota for grad school. But I remember the first time it snowed: I got all bundled up! I put on every bit of warm clothing I had, pulled the scarf over my face, and set off on the 10 minute walk to campus. Of course, the temperature was about 30 degrees and by the time I got to school I was sweating profusely. It took awhile to get used to the subtle (but very important) differences in temperature. Like, 20 below is not at all like 20 above zero!
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