by Sarah Baloucoune

Snow White lied to me.

In the original story, it is written that she is as white as snow. But in reality, if her skin was as fair as it, that could mean only one thing: she is dead. 

How long have I heard that snow is cold but fun? You can make snowmen and battle with snowballs and warm yourself up by the fire with hot cocoa.

Hear me out, I don’t hate snow. I find it cute. The way it falls on the ground and the way it looks when you have one on your finger is breathtaking and is such a sweet dream. But in reality, snow is a nightmare, though I believe it is partially good.

But once it starts melting, all the bad things start to come out – dead leaves, dirt, sand, and corpses of bugs that didn’t make it through the storm. Along with that, the floor becomes slippery and looks very dirty. 

Winter is supposed to be cold, but because of the snow it was terrifyingly freezing and going out some days was more of a punishment than a part of an active life. I don’t know why it has to be this cold, but my body cannot handle this temperature. 

I lived my whole life in an african country, called Senegal and just like you would imagine it, there, cold weather is a myth. And now I suffer from the  inverse of an oven. I am so used to being in warm places that my body was not ready for such a change.

The coldest I had seen so far was chilly;  and there is a big – no, colossal –  difference between “Oh, it’s cold, I need a jacket,” and, “Hark, the heavens themselves unleashed the tempest of divine wrath upon our heads!”

Coming to school is exhausting, going out of the school is overly tiring because it is so cold outside you cannot stand more than a few seconds before feeling your blood freezing. My toes are frozen to death. I almost got frostbite on my finger. But at least snow is cute, right? I am so done with this season already; please, let’s switch.

If it came to seasons, for the moment fall is my favorite because winter is too weird, going from hot to cold back and forth. Like, chill. You good, man. No need to make life this hard. 

But, yeah, at least I can tell my friends from back home that for one day I have been an angel…a snow angel.