With less than 100 days before graduation, the struggle is realer than ever. I have yet to attend my Monday night class due to the snow storm madness, and realized today that I am actually behind in the class (which has yet to meet.) I’ve been off my ADHD medication for almost two months now, my attention span is shorter than ever. My to-do list is never ending, as is this snowfall. I have no idea what is expected of me in any of my classes because they never seem to meet. My boots are not waterproof, I learned that the hard way. Purchasing snow boots would imply that I intend on experiencing another winter. I’ll suffer from puddles in my shoes and the promise in my heart that this.is.the.end. of my relationship with winter.

They say distance makes the heart grow fonder. I’m exciting to begin a long distance relationship with Boston, the city that will always mean the world to me, with wind chills that don’t fit my lifestyle. I don’t want to ruin any more shoes with salt stains. I cannot bare the idea of hiding under a flannel any longer. I cannot sit in my apartment any longer, or hear another weather report with the promise of snow.

Assignments aside, this is my last semester of college. Suddenly every night I neglected to go out in the past feels like the biggest mistake of my life. It’s hard to make every day a fun “college experience” when Jack Frost is nipping at your motherfucking nose. Walking around campus is physically painful, 50 shades of slush gather at the bottom of my jeans. I keep telling myself I can’t handle it anymore, God bless spring break.