By Jordan Dionne

could only go back or forward in time to when it wasn’t inhospitable outside. As someone who gets SAD (seasonal affective disorder) pretty violently every November, I particularly don’t enjoy the winter season. Sure it isn’t all bad with skiing, sugar shacks, snowshoeing, skating, etc… Nonetheless, when it gets dark before I even get home from school or work, I know I am bound to be grumpier than ever.