I'm so over winter. Not that I was ever under it, you understand. The other day, I was reading a student's poem, which was basically a praise of winter. It was a really nice poem, and I enjoyed it. At the same time, there was a voice inside me saying, "You've gotta be kidding me." I mean, she didn't mention anything about the pain of winter. Yes, I said pain. Cold hurts. And I don't even feel like eating ice cream, which is just wrong. All I want to do is curl up under a blanket and eat lots…