This was Harvard Yard the day I was trying to leave campus for winter break (with some luck, I made it home).
The weather app on my phone has never gotten as much use as it has since I’ve moved to Cambridge. I’m originally from Boca Raton, Florida (about an hour north of Miami), so I guess that I began to take the state’s consistent temperatures for granted. Warm weather was just par for the course. Forecast app who? What was the point when all you had were two seasons?
The thing is, when I initially got to campus, for a fair amount of time (i.e. from August to late September), Cambridge was just as warm as Boca. I’m not really sure what I had expected (summer snows?), but I was pleasantly surprised. To boot, at that point, “winter” was still an intangible abstraction, a formless, shapeless “something” that I had yet to truly experience (I was quite used to people back home losing their minds as soon as temperatures had the gall to drop to 60). Everything was smooth, albeit hot, sailing until around mid-October, when autumn caught me off-guard.
When moving to college, adjustment is unavoidable. I have spoken of adjustment in terms of temperature here, but I think this is applicable to all of the different aspects of said transition. Just because you’ve never done something before doesn’t mean that you can’t do it.
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Hello! My name is Juliana Lamy, I am a sophomore in Dunster House, and I plan on concentrating in History & Literature with a Secondary in Global Health and Health Policy. I’m originally from... View full profile