snow.

I can remember a time when Snow Days were fun. When instead of school and sitting through classes, I was able to sip hot coco and watch tv; waiting for my mom to tell us it was okay to go sledding down a nearby hill. But somewhere along the way, I’ve changed my reaction to snow. Now, I really just don’t like it. Sure, snow is really gorgeous and makes washington look like a scene out of Narnia, but it really sucks if you actually have to get to places. When you’re taking difficult classes, and that one or two hours a week that you normally get are taken away, getting through the homework is a lot harder. Especially because I’m a visual learner, I need people to solve problems on a whiteboard for me to comprehend it.

As I have grown up, the joy of snow has melted away. It has turned into a drag instead of an exciting surprise. As I watch the snow fall, I pray quietly to myself, asking it to stop. I completely feel like the Grinch or Scrooge or any other joykill, but in my mind, I make sense. As the snow day drags on to a snow week, people’s Facebook status’ slowly turn from “yay, snow!” to “ugh, when will it go away?!” I just fast forward to those ending status’. I immediately want the snow to be gone so I can just do what I had planned for that day.

Maybe you’re someone who absolutely loves the snow. In a way, I envy you. I wish I could just push aside my plans with glee, go out and enjoy it. But I feel like the snow-loving child that was once dwelling inside of me has moved into some other youthful soul. While a responsible young adult has moved into mine. So today, as I sit at home, I might be drinking hot coco - but instead of watching tv, I’ll be working on an essay.