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Adjusting

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?

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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.

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Though 50 degrees was definitely cause for concern back home, I still wasn’t very alarmed. Especially because of the fact that often times, fall would sporadically have remarkably warm days. I was pretty slow on the uptake; it took me a while to realize that drastic temperature falls, and rises, were typical as far as New England was concerned. Once I realized that it was totally possible for some days up here to vary from each other by upwards of 20 degrees, I turned checking my phone each day for the weather into a habit. What’s the first thing you do in the morning? Brush your teeth? Shower? Checking for Cambridge’s highs and lows began to spearhead my morning routine. I never once regretted my transformation from oblivious to attentive. By the time winter rolled around, I had come to realize that though I couldn’t change the environment around me, I could alter how I decided to respond to it. The thought was pretty comforting philosophically, even as my northern friends insisted that this past winter “wasn’t even that bad” (though my dry ankles and chapped hands would beg to differ).

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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’m a rising sophomore in Dunster House, and I plan on concentrating in History & Literature with a secondary in Global Health and Health Policy. I’m originally... View full profile

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