This post was written by former Gradhacker author Trent M Kays
I have a confession: I love snow. You might not understand the profoundness of this confession, but I was born and raised on the Central Coast of California in a city slightly north of Santa Barbara. The ocean and 70F weather were normal for my family during the winter. We would make regular trips to the beach, eat Jalama Burgers (a delicious treat from my hometown), and chill on the sandy shore with the water lapping slowly at our feet. However, one thing the Central Coast doesn’t have is snow. That part of California is a too far south and too close to the ocean for snowy weather.
Growing up in Southern California, I viewed snow as an exotic thing that I hoped one day I could frolic in. (Yes, I frolic. Don’t you?) So, when I moved to Minnesota (after a stint living in the South) to pursue my doctorate, I was excited that I would actually be living in a state where snow was the norm. Though, I didn’t realize how much of the norm it was until my first winter in the Twin Cities.
Some in the Twin Cities will say that 2010-2011 winter was the worst winter in Minnesota in the last ten years. Others will say that it was nothing. Thus the conversation in Minnesota proceeds about the weather. Honestly, I don’t care. I just want snow. I want buckets of it falling from the sky, so I can drop my bag in my apartment and go outside and play.
Play. It’s an odd concept for someone my age, especially when I think of it as a five year old going outside to build snowmen. That’s what I do. Graduate school is stressful. The holidays are stressful. Life is stressful. Sometimes you just need to go outside and build a snowman. You need to grab some carrots, some charcoal, a hat, a scarf, and go outside and build a snowman with the neighborhood kids.
No matter how much snow is piled on the streets of the Twin Cities, I still love it. I love jumping into a snow back and watching half of my body disappear. Perhaps these types of things sound childlike, but it is these types of winter activities that keep me sane. Winter is no picnic in the Twin Cities. It’s long, cold, long, freezing, and-oh, wait. Did I mention that it’s long?! Yeah, it is.
Winter Break is a time for me to work on my spring semester syllabi, finish writing personal essays, work on the many extra projects that fill my cheaply-made desk, and relax. But, the winter is so long in Minnesota that I believe one would go mad if they were mostly locked in their apartment all day. Snow is your friend. Cold weather is your friend. Winter is your friend. Trust me! You can have fun in the middle of a snow laden metro.
Sometimes I’ll spend hours locked in my apartment writing, which is something I love, but it’s not the only thing that matters. I like to close my laptop, go outside, and have a snowball fight with the neighborhood kids. I normally lose because they are many, and I am only one person, but I go down fighting.
So, I think you should go outside, make snowballs, and have fun. Graduate school isn’t everything, and you may soon be to old to be a kid.
*I am aware this is a post that is really only applicable to those who live in snowy winter climates. I apologize. You can substitute “snow” for something that fits your climate. -TMK
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I get really excited about snow, too. I grew up in Alabama, where we still talk about the blizzard of ’93 (it was really an ice storm, but that’s close enough for us). I’m in Virginia now, which usually gets one or two good snows a year – nothing compared to the upper Midwest, but enough to make me happy. I go outside and play in the snow whenever I can. The eight-year-old inside me, who dreamed about living in Canada, appreciates it.
I live in Florida and am finishing up my last graduate school application to Sociology PhD programs. I’m applying to universities outside of Florida, most of which get snow! I can’t wait to be able to have an absolute blast playing in it. I just have to figure out how to keep warm in the winter.
I started in Southern California, and then I got to spend a big chunk of childhood living in Colorado and New Mexico. While the adult in me appreciates not having to scrape ice or fight snowy roads – the kid in me sometimes really misses the beauty of that white blanket covering everything in sight and transforming it into something magical, if only for a short time.
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