We've entered that time of year when the mornings are freezing and the middle of the day is (usually) not. I remember this time in high school, and how irritating it was. I'd start off my day in a heavy coat and long pants, then change into my skirt later in the day. (I'm a complete wuss when it comes to temperature. If it's the teeniest bit hot I'm an overheated sweaty mess, and if it's the teeniest bit cold, I'm chilled to my bones complete with violent shivering and teeth chattering. )
The temperature today totally behaved the way it was meant to (ie, too cold morning, too hot day time) Unfortunately I freezed my arse off all day because of a little thing called wind chill.
I can remember the first time I heard the term wind chill. I was in year 8 and binge reading a series called Magic or Madness by Justine Larbalestier (TLDR follows some peeps born with magic. They have 3 choices, they 1) use their magic and die super young, 2) Steal other magic and effectively murder them or 3) go completely mad from not using their magic).
Anyway book 2 was partially set in New York, and the character that lived there was always talking/complaining about the wind chill (because the weather would be totally great without the silly wind getting all up in everyone's grill) Once I'd heard the term and wrapped my head around what it felt like, wind chill was just another dot point of my "thing I hate about the weather" list.
I didn't really notice wind chill up until I started uni (Newcastle CBD is significantly more windy than the high school I went to). Ever since then I have loathed the wind. Today was no exception to that loathing. When the wind wasn't blowing it was lovely and mild. Not too hot to wear layered clothing, but warm enough that my blouse kept me sufficiently warm. Alas the wind decided that it shouldn't let me be comfortable, and blew it's icy cold air on me whenever I had to venture outdoors (which was quite a bit)
In conclusion (I've been doing too many assignments) wind chill sucks, and I can't even deal.