Dear Michigan Weather,
We need to talk. Between hitting 90 degrees in September and there being snow in May, I think it’s time you see a therapist. Having grown up in Michigan, I’ve learned that there is no “norm” for Michigan weather. It might be September, but that just means that whether or not you’ll need to officially retire the shorts and flip-flops is 50/50.
First of all, have you ever had to live in a college dorm? It sucks. When I found out that I was going to be living in a place with no air conditioning, to say that I was less than thrilled would be an understatement.
However, when I moved in, I had no clue that you were left in charge. With no warning, September was arguably hotter than the majority of the summer. Each day before class, I’d sit in front of my fan in an attempt to cool down before the four-minute walk to my lecture hall, which left me sweatier than running the mile in high school. It’s also very difficult to dress accordingly for the weather when I leave for my first lecture and it’s 65 degrees, but an hour and a half later, it’s suddenly 79.
Listen, I’m not trying to tell anyone how to do their job here. It’s probably not easy, being in charge of the weather and all, but listen, I’m just saying we can get down a routine.
I schedule classes, you schedule the weather. Isn’t that kinda neat? I really hope I didn’t overstep any boundaries, but maybe we could still be friends, as long as you don’t make it snow in May again.