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Despite the usual occurrence of seasons in America,Californiaseemed to be a rebel.No rain.No cloud.No frosty nipping ofnose and cheeks.It was a December day with a high of 79degrees.Armed with boots,a white turtleneck sweater,jeans,and a fluffybrown scarf,I was equipped for heavy-duty winter season weather.Yet,there I was at school on a Monday morning,staring at the blue,blue sky with disdain.I muttered some curses beneath my breath atCalifornia’s“too sunny”stereotype.
Despite the usual occurrence of seasons in America, Californiaseemed to be a rebel. No rain. No cloud. No frosty nipping of nose and cheeks.It was a December day with a high of 79 degrees. Armed with boots, a white turtleneck sweater, jeans, and a fluffybrown scarf, I was equipped for heavy-duty winter season weather. Yet, there I was at school on a Monday morning, staring at the blue, blue sky with disdain. I muttered some curses beneath my breath at California’s “too sunny ”stereotype.