I've been watching the news and hearing people talk about inclimate weather coming to the South.
Earlier this afternoon, the grocery store was pretty packed for a week day, and people were stocking up on beverages and canned goods. It was so funny.
The weatherman said that Georgia will see some snow and sleet, and everybody's freaking out. I couldn't believe the people at the store were preparing to stock up their refrigerators for what may not even be an inch of snow.
One thing I can say is that the people in the South do know how to prepare for some things. Because, even if the weather doesn't turn out to be that bad, at least everyone will have a full stomach.
But when it comes to cleaning off major roadways, so people can get from point A to point B, it's quite a problem. Perhaps that's due to not having the adequate equipment for this type of weather.
As of 3:50 p.m., on Wednesday, I saw a few snow flurries hitting the ground. But nothing to write home about. If I called my friends and family in the Midwest, they would laugh and hang up on me.
One of my college buddies resides in Chicago. She said it was 14 degrees there, and that's not really that bad for January. Usually, it's below zero. My mom said back home in Indianapolis, she remembers it snowing in May. Now that's something to write home about.
Honestly, I would love for there to be some real snow in Georgia. Because when that happens, the whole town will get shut down.
Where I'm from, going to school or work in knee-deep snow is an everyday occurrence. I remember praying that God would make the school officials close Indianapolis Public Schools, due to the weather.
It rarely happened. The following morning, like clock work, I would be standing at the bus stop complete with tights underneath my jeans; three pairs of socks; snow pants; snow boots; a sweater with undershirts and turtlenecks underneath it.
I would have on a coat that stretched to my knees; gloves; a hat and a scarf to pull over my mouth and face. I remember sweating trying to get all this stuff on. It was a real task.
When I would finally arrive at school, all of the kids would be sitting in the hall, undressing, getting out of all that protective gear, and getting help from their teachers before classes started.
As a matter of fact, we even had to end class early everyday, so students would have time to get dressed, and then go outside and get on the school bus. Now, that's a real winter.
Jaya Franklin covers government for the Henry Daily Herald. She can be reached via e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org.