Since mid-February, the chilly spring mornings have been creeping in on us. Being up in the mountains of SUNY New Paltz does not help the brutal weather – especially the wind.
Now that we’re well into March, the wind gusts have only worsened. You’re left wondering if you’re in New Paltz anymore, like Dorothy in Kansas.
Checking the weather app does not help because it is not going to tell you the truth: “violent life-threatening gusts are forecasted today” or “the wind up and down the academic strip will be a war zone.”
A windbreaker will not be able to protect you today and don’t even think about wearing your favorite hat – you might lose it. Running will only make it worse and cutting through academic buildings will only help so much. The impending doom is upon you. It’s embarrassing, yet necessary, to cling to the railing by Old Main just to stay upright. You look around and wonder how anyone will survive this apocalyptic walk across campus.
It feels as though you’ve fought five wars by the time you get to your first class, and forget any attempts to sit outside to read a book or do homework.
Your face turns a blotchy, ravishing red and your skin is cold to the touch. You’re absolutely screwed if you have any sort of bangs, because even two pounds of hairspray couldn’t save you from these conditions. There is nothing worse than New Paltz wind. You must simply power through it and go about your day.