It’s that time of the year. The winter doldrums are upon us. Just when you think spring is right around the corner—a 55-degree day last Friday in the final days of February will convince you that warm weather is coming—boom! Another storm hits and quashes our hopes and dreams.

“Eight to 12 inches of snow will pummel Massachusetts and most of southern New England,” say the local meteorologists, who are about as popular as the IRS this time of year.

Now is when we collectively say “enough is enough already.” It’s been cold since November, meaning we’re four months into New England’s worst season. Bitter winds slam snow into our faces. Below zero temperatures lead us to second-guess our decision to leave our room. Slush and sleet make walking down Comm. Ave. feel like crossing the Bering Strait.

Gone are the days when a snowstorm meant you had to shovel the driveway, but gone too, are the hopes of snow days. The T is the traditional yardstick for determining if a snow day will happen—if the T shuts down, BU closes. BU never opened on Monday, so snow days do happen in college; but they are as infrequent as a BU basketball tournament appearance.

On top of the snow are midterm papers and exams. It’s difficult not to feel stuck, as we’ve been doing the same things for months now. Classes, homework, papers, exams. Same roommates, same walk or ride to classes, same weekend routine. Summer is still too far away to get excited.

The only bright spot is that spring break is right around the corner. In a few days, some of us lucky students will depart for sunny shores and crashing waves . We’ll break out the sunscreen and beg for a glass of ice water for refreshment.