It's the first blustery day. Can we say forty three degrees (with wind chill thirty six)? Yes. Yes, we can. It was raining, and windy, and cold. A great welcome back to the semester after a beautiful fall break.
I am going into Chicago for Thanksgiving and am deciding whether or not to bring a duffle bag or a rolling suitcase...which one screams "I'm tough, don't try to mug me, I'm friends with Jason Bourne AND Bruce Wayne" more? I don't know. Help?
Two guys from my brother floor were stuck in an elevator for thirty eight minutes, and it was sort of the most exciting thing that happened all day besides the weather. That's the kind of day it's been. But, I learned a lesson:
Layers. Layers. Layers. I originally just wore a fleece jacket. Fleece jackets don't keep one safe from the biting wind that seeks to destroy any warmth left in your body. Think dementors. That's right. They're real. But, when you layer a rain coat over the fleece jacket, you are semi-protected from the rain/wind/cold. But generally, you will still be overjoyed to get in doors.
Much love,
Emilea
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