“You remember that, Johnson” is Katie Johnson’s survival guide to Boise State detailing her experiences last year as a first-year freshman from out of state.
When I came to Boise I thought I knew what I was getting into.
I had chosen the school to have all four seasons. So winter would be fun, like an adventure. Right?
Rewind and let’s think. I am a Californian, born and raised. Winter clothes come out at 50 degrees.
Uggs are acceptable if it’s 52 degrees. It’s 70 and sunny 360 days a year. Christmases are warm and sunny.
Almost every year I wear shorts to Christmas.
I had no idea what winter was. And when it came last year, I had no idea what to do about it.
It was a November morning. I woke up bright and early for my 8:40 biology class and looked out the window. It was just white.
All white. And cold. I could feel the cold on the window. I thought snow was supposed to be pretty.
Pretty and light and soft and happy and none of this terrifying and angry snow.
The snow was whipping and the wind was blowing and there was nothing peaceful about it.
I felt the tears coming. It was early, and I had never dealt with anything like this.
This weather was so angry.
So naturally I cried and ran to my friend who had gone to high school in Germany.
And so the lesson in how to dress for winter began. The key to any cold day is apparently layers.
Layers, upon layers, upon layers.
I was still not sure I could handle the outside world.
But long johns, two pairs of socks, jeans, vans, three shirts, one hoodie and a jacket later, I was pretty sure I could face the cold.
And I did. I made it all the way to the Education Building and to class on time, vaguely resembling a marshmellow.
And I had an awkward sort of pride in myself. It’s almost embarrassing to admit how proud I was for making it to class.
But in a sense I came to college to have new experiences.
Experiences with people, and jobs and classes. Turns out, weather was just one of those I had to have.