When I think of winter break, I imagine snow, having fun with friends making snow angels (does anyone still do that?), sitting by a window with a cup of hot chocolate, or being emotionally rescued from the cold by a warm chocolate chip cookie. But let’s be honest; is that actually what happens during winter break?
First of all, half the time there isn’t even snow. At least, not the magical three feet of fluffy, cloud-like snow that looks like vanilla ice cream. What we get instead is a sad drizzle of snow that melts during the day and freezes at night, turning sidewalks into bone-breaking traps for the clumsy..
Winter break has basically become an excuse for me to disappear from society and fully commit to my antisocial tendencies. Do you really think I want to put on three scarves and four coats, go outside completely unrecognizable, nearly fracture something on the ice just to reach my car, drive alongside people who clearly obtained their driver’s licenses through divine intervention, arrive somewhere, stay for a maximum of one hour with zero social energy and then repeat the whole process just to get back home and immediately remove all my clothing like I’ve survived an expedition?
I don’t want to go out.
To see family? They know where I live. Going out with friends? Text me if it’s urgent; there’s no need for face-to-face contact.
This idea that winter break is meant for enjoying the season, family and friends is nonsense. What I really want is to stay home, unreachable, until the moment I’m forced to rejoin society out of obligation (college).
But the problem doesn’t end there. We’re told winter is meant to be enjoyed at home, yet somehow snow only exists when I have to walk to my 8 a.m. Monday class. Why does no one talk about the daily obstacle course that is campus in winter? The single-file “student-made corridor” carved into the snow, where everyone walks like penguins to avoid public humiliation? The way winter turns us all into detectives, desperately searching for a shoe print to follow because that footprint means survival? One wrong step and your leg disappears into an icy void.
Why does nobody talk about how snow follows you indoors, turning white footprints into permanent decor? Or how socks are never dry and never warm, no matter how thick?
So why does winter break exist if we experience the worst of winter when we’re not on break?
No, this isn’t a call to abolish winter break—it’s a proposal to extend it. One month is not enough. We deserve at least two. If we’re going to suffer through winter, we should at least be allowed to sufferfrom under a blanket.
Honestly, it would be far more productive to have extra time for antisocial behavior at home than to spend hours outside, wrapped in thirty-five layers of clothing, scraping ice off a car just to go to class.
Who would dare disagree with me?
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