Good Morning: West Texas native wages war against Indiana's wacky weather
This is a great time of the year for a smoothie. Or no, I mean a hot chocolate. Confused?
Well so is our friend, Weather. This week marked the official end of summer and beginning of fall, and Weather is doing a dreadful job of making the transition.
I welcome warmth and sun with open arms, but can we please have a little consistency? Not only does it feel like a different season every day, it feels like a different season during the day. I woke up last week to rain and 50-degree weather, but by my second class, it was in the 80s and I nearly melted returning to my dorm to change.
It’s the intraday changes that I despise the most. Jacket in the morning, shorts in the afternoon, umbrella in the evening, pants at night. And why must I slurp hot chocolate when I wake to keep warm and yet clamor over soft serve after class to keep from sweating?
The torment doesn’t stop outside either. Oh no, Weather has infiltrated every building on campus. My class on the fourth floor of Old Main was canceled Tuesday. Everyone arrived on time, the classroom was open and so were our books. But after only a few minutes, muggy, sweaty, nasty heat halted the lecture and we were let go. A student next to me told me he was headed back to reapply deodorant.
You see, Weather has declared war on Franklin College, and we are losing. Our air conditioners are no match for Weather; not that they can’t do the job, but they just can’t do it quick enough. We want the classrooms warm for those early mornings, but then our skin sizzles when Weather plays its nasty Mercury-rising trick in the afternoon.
I’ve taken up arms against Weather with the only weapon I have: the knob on my Dietz Center air conditioner. But that knob feels less like a weapon and more like the plastic steering wheels toddlers turn around and around solely for entertainment. The master air truly dictates the temperature of my room, and it seems to have only two positions: frigid and flaming. Whoever runs that switch is doing about as good of a job keeping up with Weather as television people who are known for incorrectly predicting it.
Back where I’m from in western Texas, there are really only two seasons. The first season is called "cold," also known as January – everything else is "hot." You hear visitors to Texas complain that the heat is "miserable."
This can be true, but I’m sorry Indiana, so is your Weather.
