Some may remember my ode that published here last June to the horrors of learning to drive. Now, we delve into the horrors of winter driving.
The scene is set with a thick layer of snow and ice covering every edge of my car as I try to leave for school in the bitter cold of morning. I take a brush and scraper to the windows of the car, while I feel my hands numbing in the freezing air. I turn on the engine, blast the heat and press the defrost button. I can just start to view my surroundings from the small space where the ice has melted in my rearview window, though it is still dark out. The depressingly short days of winter make the entire situation a little worse.
I race back inside to wait for the remaining snow to find its way off my car. Then I grab my backpack and brace myself for the frigid conditions that lie ahead.
As I start driving down my driveway, I hear the crunching of snow and ice under my tires. I turn onto the road.
It’s a winter slip and slide.
There are no other cars on the road, which is the best part of the trip so far. A stop sign approaches, so I start to drive slower (even slower than I was moving before, which, for reference, was at a snail’s pace). The cracking of ice gets obnoxiously louder as I come to a halt. Other cars finally appear, and I wait for them to pass until I turn onto the county road.
During this entire drive to school, I complain in my head how much I dislike the snow and wish for it to melt as soon as possible. But I digress.
I have almost made it to school, but the worst part still lies ahead: the dreaded, compacted snow-filled parking lot, with its monstrous snow mountains. I have to wait forever to turn into the parking lot, as I am filled with the dread that I might slide into someone while making the turn.
I drive down the aisles and realize there is no point in trying to park perfectly. No one can see the parking spot lines anyway.
When I finally get near my beloved parking spot, I look out my car window and I remember that I actually love the snow.
So, if any of you are like me and despise driving in winter conditions, take a second and think back to a time when you found joy in the falling snow. Running outside, bundled up like a marshmallow to build a snowman and embracing the frozen precipitation was a dream come true.
Anna Ergeson is a junior at Selah High School.