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September

Paige Yamron - Editor-In-Chief, '12

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For most people, winter is their favorite season, besides summer of course. Winter is the one time of the year where you can leave the house wearing your favorite beaten-up Uggs and oversized college sweatshirt. It is also the season where hot coco and gingerbread lattes are acceptable bedtime beverages. But most importantly, winter is the season when snow falls.

Unfortunately for me, I have never seen snow. What other 17-year-old has never made a snowman or even attempted to ski without faceplanting? Every year my mom pretended that she had a “serious” medical condition where her body turned white if she stayed in the cold weather too long. Luckily for her, my brothers and I bought this excuse every time, and somehow our family managed to travel somewhere tropical for winter vacation.

Although the experience of seeing snow isn’t really a big deal for most teenagers; it serves as a huge setback for me. As the deadline for college applications grows nearer everyday, my list of schools continues to change. Out of the dozen schools I am applying to, eight happen to be located on the East Coast, where it snows often.

How am I supposed to decide if I want to spend the next four years of my life living in an area where at any moment I could be suffocated by an oncoming blizzard? Well, realistically, I wonder if I will be able to withstand the constant snowstorms and temperature droppings below zero.

Currently, in my race against the clock, I have found myself eliminating schools based on the weather conditions. Yet I can’t help but wonder if it is just the weather factor that is holding me back.

As much as I wish I could blame my reluctance to move 3,000 miles across the country on the snow, I can’t. Of course there are so many things for me to hold on to here, but I’m ready for a change. And if it doesn’t work out, I know I will always have California’s perfect weather to come back to. I have come to understand that now is the time to broaden my horizons and spread my wings; and in my case, make my perfect snow angel. •

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