Winter School Mornings

                As the first semester of school begins to draw to a close, winter is just starting to kick in. The harsh wind and chilly air whistling by outside is a frigid reminder of winter’s grip on the world...and on our mornings. Nothing, I repeat, nothing can possibly be worse that climbing out of your warm, soft bed and into the chilly morning air that seeps into your room through the windows, knowing that you have to drag yourself to school that day.

                I can remember waking up to the makes-your-ears-bleed sound of my alarm every morning, only to be assaulted by the cold air on my face. It’s a lot like how people tell you not to test the water in the pool before you jump in. Once I realize how cold the air is just on the other side of my comforters, I seem to become physically unable to get out of bed. I would always lie under the comforter continuously checking the time while steeling myself to climb out of bed. This often resulted in my getting up late and having to rush through my morning routine. Once I did finally get up, I would have to hop across the mats on my bathroom floor like some crazy game of hopscotch in order to avoid the ice-cold tiles.

                Despite having had to do this every winter for 12 years, I still have not come up with a fool proof way of avoiding the morning chill. Frankly, my parents refuse to turn on the heat under the pretense that I can just “put on a sweater” to keep warm, though they really never felt the dreadful morning chill before (their room is abnormally warm in the mornings...). I have done everything from putting my next day’s clothes under the comforters with me the night before (so I didn’t have to put on cold clothing the next day, though this method couldn’t keep the chill away) to just flat out dragging my comforters to the bathroom with me (which didn’t work and knocked over a bunch of stuff in the process) in order to stay warm in the morning. Despite the almost crazy amount of effort I have put into this problem, it has all been in vain. Every morning I am still assaulted by the frigid winter air and it seems that it will always be that way.