Dear Michigan Weather,

Let me start by saying that you killed it this summer. There was the perfect ratio of warm and breezy to tropical typhoon days. But, I can't say it's been the same for this month.

I wake up for class and check my phone for the weather. Oh its chilly one today, only 54 degrees out. I bop on over to my closet and pick out a weather appropriate outfit, maybe some nice slacks and blouse combo? Who am I kidding? As much as my mother would love to hear that, the truth is I grab a pair of leggings and a spirit jersey to start my day off right.

Things are going great. I finally got my winged eyeliner to match on both eyes, I’m on time for class (for once), and my outfit is on par with the weather. I pass many students with similar attire on and I couldn’t be feeling better about my decision.

I emerged from class an hour and a half later feeling more educated on developmental psychology and also having read a fair amount of articles on Buzzfeed.

I push the lecture hall door open to walk outside and suddenly it is as if I have placed myself on the surface of the sun. Sweat is running down my face as I frantically reach for my Camelback. I scavenge through my backpack to find my phone and check the weather for the second time that day. 83 degrees? Are you kidding me?

I’m walking through the Diag but honestly its more comparable to the desert. Kids are lying in the grass as if it is the beach, it’s clear that the potent heat has gone to their heads. It’s just about now that I notice the drastic change. The quarter-zips and jeans that I had seen every student wearing this morning are now replaced with tank tops and… jorts.

I power walk back to my apartment to change into something lighter before my next class because this ensemble is no longer working. I decide on some running shorts and an oversized t-shirt. This outfit couldn’t go wrong, right?

I bop through the rest of my day easy breezy. The sun is actually refreshing and I think my relationship with you is on the mend.

After class I decide that its grind time and I need to go to the library to finish those 128 pages of reading I should have had done last week.

Four and a half hours later and I’m ready to go home. I push the door open and… instant teeth chattering. MY whole body is convulsing from the cold and I fear that I might catch hypothermia on my way back. Again, I torture myself by pulling out my phone to check the weather. 48 degrees? This cannot be right.

So, weather as you can see your ways are unpredictable. You’re up then down and don’t even get me started about when you throw us a curveball with a little rain action.

So what’s your deal?

Is it a boy? Are you stressing about the cute meteorologist on ABC4 again? Are the kids barometric pressuring you at school? Whatever it is, figure it out soon because I can’t take this emotional distress any longer.

Sincerely,

A Confused Michigander