It’s that unfortunate time of year and I’m not talking about Black Friday shopping or the overflow of Christmas on every possible human sense.

I’m talking about that nonsense that happens every year when the temperature drops on the East Coast of the United States and we get to experience the full on power of having four seasons, including winter.

For someone with a birthday in January, you’d think that I wouldn’t be so strongly opposed to the winter season. Then again, anyone who assumes they’ve figured me out is usually severely mistaken once they actually get to know me beyond the extent of what they may see in class or just by casually walking past me.

Winter gets me bitter beyond comprehension and I’m 85% sure it’s just because of the ungodly temperatures. Like honestly, what purpose does it serve to be this cold? Sure snow is nice. You know what isn’t nice? SHOVELING IT OR REMOVING ICE AND SNOW FROM A FORD EXPLORER WHEN YOU’RE 5″2 ON A GOOD DAY.

Okay so maybe I have some residual bitterness towards having to shovel around my house when I was younger but I’d like to think my point is still valid.

Hearing that people saw some flurries in the sky and some parts of upstate New York are already experiencing snow just ironically gets my blood boiling. But to be honest, it’s the inevitable end of the semester that is throwing me for a loop more intense than any roller coaster. More and more people have honestly been making me aware of the fast falling sands of time.

This semester’s end is probably as bad for my mental state as the arrival of the first snow fall. It just makes everything that much more real. I don’t want to accept any of this. I don’t want to accept the fact that I don’t understand or have any clue of what’s going to happen in my life. I hardly know what’s going on in the next 24 hours from this point on.

I’m hoping this next few days will be something that won’t absolutely drain me beyond any comprehension. I just need a chance to just get my life together and process everything. I need just even an hour that I can allow myself to try to understand my own life. Maybe then I’ll be more understanding of everything that’s going on or even locating the smallest possibility of chill to get through the rest of the semester.

Til then, I’ll have to continue the adventure of trying to get some final projects finished and possibly indulge in hot tea.