You're Going to Idaho! It's Cold Up There.

When I would tell people that I was going to Idaho, they would always say, "You're going to Idaho. Its cold up there." It was that or some variation of that. I never could come up with an adequate response. Usually it was something like, "Yep." They would walk away impressed with my college vocabulary.

Now, don't get me wrong, I new it was cold. I asked Santa for sweaters this year for Christmas. I had listened to my sister's stories of freezing nose hairs. I was prepared for the winter weather, we call "the cold."

After spending a week in Idaho, I'll say this. I am seriously reconsidering appreciation for the snow. In high school, it meant a day of. In college it means two extra pairs of socks before I go out in the morning.

This is a picture of me and some of my neighbors last week. We just came from the Stadium Sing. At 9pm, on Sundays a bunch of people gather together and sing church hymns. At first it's really nice. Then by the second song I realized my legs were really cold. By the forth song I realized I wasn't sure if I had toes anymore. Everyone cheered at the last song. It meant we could go home and get out of the cold. It took me an hour to stop shivering.

I did hear something at the stadium sing that I really liked. I overheard a boy saying that you only fall once a semester. You have to slip once, but you only slip once. I thought, "Score, I can handle once."

The next morning I headed out bright and early to look for a job. As a I was cutting through a parking lot I was walking on a patch of fresh beautiful snow. Oh that deceptive snow. It was covering very slick ice, and down I went.

After quickly looking around to make sure no one saw, I began to get up. "Well," I thought, "At least I took my fall with limited embarrassment." I finally got up right. I took one more step. After landing once again on my back side, I realized that there are liars at BYUI.

Happy Winter Weather everybody..