My life is already sporadic enough. My professors have all changed exam requirements, dates of finals and paper deadlines. I never know if I’m going home from work at 7:30 p.m. or 11:30 p.m. But the most frustrating of all the uncertainty in my life is this amazingly volatile weather.

I understand that weather patterns are never consistent from day to day, but the weather we’ve been experiencing the last few weeks has just been ridiculous. Looking out the window in front of me for the past 10 minutes, I have seen sun, flurries, big snow chunks and overcast skies. I look just to my right, and I can’t believe it’s the same sky. I look around. Nope, there’s not a giant snowmaking machine playing a prank on us. It’s just the sky.

The forecast for today was a chance of snow. I didn’t think that meant a chance of snow depending on what part of campus you’re currently on. I’m sure if I sent an e-mail to Cliff Mass, a professor of atmospheric sciences, he could tell me all about why this is happening from a scientific standpoint. According to his blog, we’re not to expect “a major snowstorm, but an inch or two is possible.” Too bad for us Seattleites, but an inch or two is a major snowstorm.

But right now, I just don’t care about the science behind the snow. My head is at maximum capacity with geologic processes of the national parks, facts and figures of Sherman Alexie’s influence on American Indians in cinema and how I’m going to lay out the next few days of the paper. I’m just trying to keep all the balls up in the air for just one more week. I can’t deal with the weather changing on a whim because it feels like it.

The snowy weather is turning my mind off when I need it the most. My body is saying, “Hibernate. Go to sleep. Watch some Anne of Green Gables, and drink some tea. Wear your slippers and don a sweatshirt. Come back out when spring is here.”

Then I remember it is mid-March; I leave for Disneyland in less than two weeks. I have to purchase sunscreen and make sure I know where my sunglasses are. Do I even own a pair of shorts? It’s been too long, I can’t remember. Mentally, it’s December; actually, I’m almost on spring break.

Weather, please hold off on being a total jerk until after I’ve managed to get through all my finals. You’re really ruining my week.

Thanks.

Reach design chief Colleen Kirsten at opinion@dailyuw.com