Leverett Towers. Survived brutal cold and intense heat in defense of American patriotic ideals. Sacrificed health, sanity, thesis for country. September 1990-June 1991. 24 hours/day.
Of course, not everyone has reacted as I have to the weather. My physics major roommate has begun ground-breaking research on a thermostat-controlled pajamas. My actor roommate uses the weather to inspire soliloquies set in the Arctic North. And my humanities roommate divides his time between exploring the ontological implications of "cold" and using the lack of "artificial heat" as a creative pick-up line.
I just look toward the future. I envision a time--perhaps in the not so distant future--when I am captured behind enemy lines and forced to wear inordinate amounts of clothing in a room whose temperature is controlled by evil forces more capricious than Harvard Facilities Maintenance.
I think I wouldn't break down. I wouldn't talk.
I could last.
For about a week.