Dear Diary

March 27, 2013

Longest winter maybe ever.


There is a thick covering of snow again and it’s shitty. Our front drive never gets the sun; it is the last place in the country that the snow melts, which means Mum can’t get the car out of the garage and I always get this stranded feeling. It takes so much effort to walk through, as well. It’s meant to be SPRING, I am meant to be frolicking about in the daffodils. This time last year it was warm enough that I could lie on our lawn and read and feel the sun on my skin. This has been the longest winter I ever remember, and I am so so tired of it.

I know it’s boring to talk about the weather, but pretty much everyone right now is talking about it. “It’s March!” they exclaim. “There isn’t supposed to be snow!” (Though now that I think about it I remember a few years ago when it snowed in April—but that was only a freak couple of days. This time, it is winter actually never-ending.) And it’s not just the snow. It’s cold and it’s windy and it has been this way for as long as I can remember and I am sick of my winter coats.

Walking home from college, breathless from fighting the wind, feeling the chill biting my ears, neck, and head, I took note of my posture—I was all hunched over, closing in on myself, head down, bracing myself against the cold. It’s no wonder I’ve been in a bad mood; slouching stresses you out and makes you depressed. Don’t judge anyone in the cold outdoors in winter—they’re sure to seem unfriendly. We’re all rushing to the next warm place as quickly as we can; we don’t have time for a nod or even a glance at another human soul.

A few weeks ago, we got one day of spring. The air was warm and bright, and I smiled and said the cheeriest “thank you” ever to a group of builders who cleared the pavement to let me past. Pretty much everyone seems great when the sun is out.

Everyone around me is covered from head to toe, save for a slit of face, in a bulge of thermals, wool, and fleece, shuffling so as not to slip in the slush. Snow when it’s falling can be graceful, but there’s no way for a person to be graceful in the snow. ♦


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  • GlitterKitty March 27th, 2013 7:13 PM

    Ugh snow. The snow is finally about melted!! But Canada has a nice way of throwing a snow storm at you in April. Or being super rainy and then getting freezing at night so it’s a skating rink in the morning. March is a really depressing month…

    • Naomi Morris March 27th, 2013 7:42 PM

      i slipped over twice after i wrote this on the skating rink-like ice, it was mortifying. i have a nice bruise on my knee and then the next day i landed on my bum, but i don’t have a nice bruise there which is annoying cause i wanted a bum bruise

  • La Fille March 27th, 2013 7:41 PM

    Dear Katherine,

    I’ve thought about identity before and I’ve basically come to the conclusion that you may be different things in different environments but the person you’re being is still you. Like for example, you may behave differently with your parents than you do with your siblings or your friends. There is no such thing as being yourself because the roles you play are always changing.

    But that’s just my opinion and I wish you good luck in figuring out who you are and who you want to be. :)

  • EmilyJn March 27th, 2013 8:11 PM

    Yes, Naomi! I’m so sick of this endless, bitter English Winter and it’s all I can think about, that beautiful, single day of spring was like being horribly taunted about how it should be at this time of year.

  • Imogen-Rose March 27th, 2013 8:27 PM

    Where’s Ruby??

  • Roo March 27th, 2013 8:30 PM

    On the news in Ireland it says we’re probably in for a “White Easter” this year. :(

    Britney, I understand your point about not feeling connected to people in your school. For the first three years of secondary school my friends’ surnames all began with the letters A, B or C – we were friends literally because the teacher had put us sitting beside each other in alphabetical order. I think it does get easier to spot people you can have a genuine bond with when you move to a totally new group or class, though, so try not to worry too much about high school.

    P.S. Ruby, I hope everything’s ok!

    • strawberryhair April 2nd, 2013 12:44 PM

      Hey :) You live in Ireland? That is so cool! I thought no one here knew about Rookie. I live in Ireland and I thought I was literally the only person here who read Rookie. Yay for you and your coolness/Irishness <3

      • Peanutpug April 3rd, 2013 9:30 PM

        I live in Oirland too this is GREAT

        • strawberryhair April 8th, 2013 3:18 PM

          Yay! I live in Clare- where are you? :D

  • Hecticglow March 27th, 2013 9:27 PM

    Ruby I hope you are okay, last week seemed like a pretty rough week based on your journal entry. Miss you bunches and hope to hear from you next week:)

  • Emily Kay March 27th, 2013 9:47 PM

    Katherine, I am also in the process of transferring schools (its my first year of college also) and it is SO STRESSFUL. I completely understand the anxiety that major decisions like that bring. Just the thought of having to make that ultimate decision starts me cryin’. And it is hard socially too because I still want to make friends, but I know I probably won’t be back here next semester. And THEN theres the whole feeling that I should just suck it up and learn to like it here because I am so fortunate to be here in the first place. Oh, dear. Gotta roll with it.

  • Leah G March 27th, 2013 11:37 PM

    Hi Britney! I’m a high school junior who was also simultaneously nostalgic about and unattached to my middle-school life when going in to high school. Going to high school is a big deal, and it’s probably a good thing that you have some anxiety about it. I think (and hope) that you’ll be surprised at how great high school is, especially for someone who is as emotionally mature and intelligent as yourself. Your opportunities for new experiences will multiply and you’ll meet some really cool people. Also, there’s a lot less silly drama than middle school (but enough to keep things interesting). You’re about to experience a lot of personal growth in the next four years. I hope you don’t let yourself spiral into TOO much anxiety, because high school is a billion times better than middle school, and I bet you’ll be refreshed and energized once you get there. :)

  • junebug March 28th, 2013 12:58 AM

    wow katherine…..i feel you SO MUCH.

    dunno if that helps with anything. but so true. identity is sticky and hard.

  • diniada13 March 28th, 2013 5:04 AM

    Britney, I feel you! This year I’m going to high school too. I was very afraid of high school, change, and losing contact with my friends. But then I try to think about high school as a whole new adventure and that always make me excited! Good luck!

    And I hope everything’s okay with Ruby <3

  • strawberryhair March 28th, 2013 7:10 AM

    Hey, lots of love to Ruby. Hope everything’s okay. Xxxxxxxxxxxx

  • hellorose March 28th, 2013 3:12 PM

    for katherine:

    I think the problem with a lot of literary theory is that it works in theory, but rarely in practice.*

    I hope you find out about your transfer soon, it’s hard being in limbo.

    *I say this as someone who has sat two 3hour literary theory exams in the past two years and couldn’t be happier that she never ever has to take one again.

  • Maddy March 28th, 2013 6:14 PM

    I think I’ve come across the term “signifiers” before. Your class notes sound funny; I had a sort-of math class like that where the lecturer talked in circles and fragments.
    ALSO! To the Rookie who had mentioned in the comments of the high school sports article that I should go out for tennis…I actually did! And I made the team! I’m not 100% if I’m going to do it though because it’s practice 6 days/week and I’ve been so tired from tryouts I can’t do my homework.

  • Kaetlebugg March 28th, 2013 9:27 PM

    Britney: I promise it’s not horrible that all you have in common is school. I know exactly how you feel, but seriously, don’t get down on yourself about the inevitability of losing ck tact with these friendly acquaintances. You don’t need to stay in touch with them. You will both be fine; you’ll have fond, fleeting memories of each other and that’s enough. Humans can only have so many close friends and that’s ok, I promise.