Dear Winter,

Please go away. I can't handle you any more, and everyone is sick of you. Just give up and come back next year. I'm tired of being miserably cold when I walk from my apartment to class. It's putrid.

Thanks,
Chelsea

Chelsea's Log - 1/8/2010 - 12:55 p.m.

Well, I'm sitting in GAB107 waiting for IMC (Introduction to Mass Communication) to start. This is the first time I've been in one of the auditorium-like classrooms here at Troy. It's huge, and kind of intimidating. I think I'm going to like it, though. More later, Professor Colaco is here.