I was living in the northern part of the US, and our winters were always well below freezing.
There were days when the temperatures were below zero. I wanted to go to the University of Tuscaloosa, because it was an excellent school, but I should have done more homework about the area. Had I known that a wintry day in winter was in the upper fifties, I’m not sure I would have come to this school. When it was time for winter break, I was ready to go home. I was telling mom and dad how hot it was in Tuscaloosa, AL, and dad reminded me he had tried to tell me this. Not everywhere was as cold as it was at home. We sometimes had summer days that didn’t get out of the fifties. It wasn’t often, but it happened. I was happy with the university, but I couldn’t get used to the heat. Dad told me I should stay there over the summer and let my body get used to the heat, but I wasn’t sure that was going to happen. I enjoyed being home, and they had excellent schools here. He forced me to go back to school after winter break and told me if I still wasn’t happy, he would let me transfer to one school in our state. I already knew I was going to transfer to a different school. There was no way I was going to survive in Tuscaloosa without air conditioning every day. I just wish my dad understood that and let me transfer now.