- Date: Saturday, January 27, 2007 -- 8:30pm
- Location: Somerville, MA
- Kitchen: My Apartment
- Fellow Chef: Alex
- Dining Companion: Matty
- Recipe Rating: A
In college, everything bad that happened to me and Emilee happened during winter quarter. Bad break-ups, the spinal leak, unpleasant classes, the horrible medical school admissions process, studying for the MCAT -- it was all in the winter. After a couple years of this we started to see the pattern. By our senior year, we found ourselves just wishing that we would make it through the winter, and emerge in the spring both healthy, and reasonably happy.
It does seem that winter is often harder than other parts of the year. Before I lived in California I attributed this mainly to the weather. It's easier to fall prey to a bad mood when it is 5 degrees outside than when it is sunny and 75. But at Stanford the winter weather isn't bad at all. I would often wear flip-flops in January. There was no explanation. Winter quarter was simply cursed.
This past week, I couldn't help but think about the winter quarter curse. I talked to Emilee on Saturday, frustrated and upset. I didn't mention the curse, but she had the same thought. She reminded me though that we always pulled through the winter in the past. Certainly this one will be no different.