Commentary: Nothing good comes from snow

Written by: Managing editor Jared Reed

An image of New Palestine High School's practice field. The football team, which won the state title in 2014, practices are daily during football season. Now, due to a phenonmon called "winter," icy snow covers the ground.

An image of New Palestine High School’s practice field. The football team, which won the state title in 2014, practices are daily during football season. Now, due to a phenonmon called “winter,” icy snow covers the ground.


 

 

“It’s cold in here” senior Grace Miller said.

 

From your warm cozy couch, winter may seem like a beautiful time of year with blankets of snow, and hot cocoa, but from your first step into the harsh Hoosier weather your eyes will open to show you the truth. The truth of the dagger-like icicles hanging just above you, waiting to slice your neck, and the chill of the snow and wind hitting your face as you trutt the few feet to your car. Nothing good comes from the snow.

 

I personally am not a fan of winter if you can’t tell. When Elsa from “Frozen” sang, “the cold never bothered me me anyway,” I had never felt more disconnected from a person than in that moment. Nothing good comes from the snow.

 

When the winter wind rolls around, I shake, as flashbacks of cold mornings waking up shivering despite the many blankets I’m wrapped in, flashbacks of having to stand out in the cold, briskly whisking the snow off of my car as I run late for school. Nothing good comes from the snow.

 

For me the cold delays the days and pauses my production. It is harder to function and be productive in the winter. As my wants and desires take backseat to basic survival needs. Nothing good comes from the snow.

 

Sure the view may be pleasing but the conditions outside are uneasing. To the few who know the wrath of the snow, the whisper of winter will bring a shiver of fear, that is clear. Nothing good comes from the snow.

 

But overall, whether the weather is a nice change of pace and visually appealing time of year, or a monstrous hell-hole filled with slipping on ice, unbearably cold car drives, and dreadful chills forcing you to apply layer after layer just to not catch hypothermia, is ultimately your opinion. But just remember, nothing good comes from the snow.

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