When I arrived in Hanover for my freshman winter, I thought, “I like the winter. It’ll be fun. If I don’t like it, I can simply be off next year.” I quickly found out that winters in Hanover are the worst. There is no such thing as a good winter, yet here I am for 13W. I’m crossing my fingers that the dreadful cold and snow won’t accompany me this time, like last year when I went to Italy or two winters ago when it felt like -30 degrees every day.