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Woah, I can't believe I'm going back to England on Friday. It just seems too soon.

I still have people to see and so much to do, it's crazy. I'm going to be rushed like mad to get everything done in time.

I'm happy to hear that everyone's settling fine into college for the new semester, and despite not wanting to leave home, everyone seems to be looking forward to what lies ahead.

I don't know what to think about my next term. From what I've heard from older students (and even professors), this should be the most depressing eight weeks I've ever had. England during the winter is bitingly cold and constantly dreary. Combine that with the usual stress from working at Oxford, and it's not pretty. From what I've heard, all of the student counselors are going to be running around, always asking, "Are you all right? Do you need to talk? Have you been sleeping well? Are you sure you're all right?"

I'm not generally prone to depression, but I know how crippling it can be. We'll just have to see how it goes.

My mom is completely against me rowing this term. Of course, the email I got from our boat club president didn't help. We have to wear several layers while out on the water, and she sent us all a link to information on cold water survival. Apparently, there's this thing called "dry drowning"; when you hit the water, it's so cold that your whole body spasms and your airways actually close up. No water can get into your lungs, but then again, air can't either. No joke, guys. It's beyond freezing out there. Combine with that the fact that I'm Floridian, and the fact that I'm still on my second round of antibiotics, and my mom is worried sick at the very thought of me out there.

I really don't know what to do about it. I'm still mulling it over. I'll have to make a decision soon, though. Hopefully, it'll be the right one.
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You know what's funny? Consider this scenario.

You wake up, get out of bed, and suddenly realize that it's incredibly cold in your room. You know that they always turn off the heat in the buildings at night, but you vaguely wonder if they've left it off for longer than usual or if the sudden extra cold is just a figment of your imagination. So you shuffle about your morning routine in your slippers, pull out your warmest jeans to wear, and quickly scramble through the "brisk" process of changing into your clothes. (And by "brisk", I mean "I'm having a hard time fastening this button because of my shivering"...) You grab your stuff, and head out the door. It's cold.

This is about the point that you look out over the college grounds and frown. That's strange...The grass looks...paler than usual. Almost like...


Yeah. Yeah. I think you get the idea now.

So I ran over to the nearest patch of grass, bent over, and ran my bare hand over it. Yep, it was there. It was real.

Apparently, we had had a frost.

I started laughing so gleefully, I'm glad no one was around. I literally just crouched there and said, "Oh my God..." while running my hand over it. The real fun part was scraping the ice off my bicycle seat. I just laughed to myself the whole time, like the head-case I really am.

And all the amazement that I felt for seeing my first frost was shared around, because the rest of the girls reacted with the same kind of wonder when they learned that I hadn't seen frost before.

"You tropical girl..."

I suppose I really am a tropical girl. At least, compared to here. They're so sweet, though; they humor me.

Clare and I made a point of walking through the grass and making little crunching sounds with our boots. It was only a light frost, so we left green footprints behind us.


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