Spring Today, Gone Tomorrow, Here Comes the WinterBy Daniel J. Dunn
Associate Night Editor
These past few days have brought us some spectacular weather. Who before has seen a 66 degree January day in Boston? (If you find someone, don't believe them. The record books have spoken.) The weekend began with our first real taste of winter - four inches of softly falling snow. Twenty-four hours and 50 degrees later, out of nowhere, spring had arrived.
Freshmen from warmer climes can't figure out what all the hubbub is about. "No, Mom, I haven't used that new winter coat. No, Mom, I'm not going to die of pneumonia. It's been in the 60's all week!" The horror stories, they believe, must have been exaggerated. New England or New Mexico, Charles River or Charleston, Governor Weld or Governor Chiles, January weather seems to be the same.
And what about some of our more athletic classmates who have taken trips south of the Mason-Dixon line to prepare for the coming spring season? They usually return bronzed and over-eager to compare weather stories. "Can you believe it? It was 65 degrees the whole time. I didn't even unpack my jacket!"
The sophomores are perhaps in the worst situation. Many have seen just one Boston winter - by all accounts, the most miserable winter on record. A few probably stayed at home this Independent Activities Period just to avoid the onslaught. Those who did return walk around campus bound up in hat, muffler, heavy coat and boots. You have the urge to tell them it is safe to come out, if just for a week. But they look at you with a one crazed eye, the other scanning the sky for the blizzard they know is out there, somewhere.
But don't get me wrong. Do not count me among those with a half grin, walking around making small talk like "How 'bout this weather?" No, I am one of the few who loves the winter. The more snow the better. The colder the better. I have been downright sullen the last few days. For the last few days I didn't wear much more than a tank top and Teva's.
Yes, I know that one 60 degree weekend is not license to go half naked, but I have to do something to protest against this oppressive heat. I go to bed every night hoping for the frost to return, and wake up every morning looking for a white blanket over campus. And being a native, I know that I'll have my day.
Ask your favorite staff member or professor about New England weather. The answer: "There is one sure thing about New England weather. There sure is a lot of it." You may enjoy it for now, but it cannot last much longer. So take this final word of advice from a New Hampshire native: Don't put those sweaters back in the trunk just yet. With any luck for winter-lovers like myself, you will soon have reason to use them.