Regionalism

An annoying noise woke her from her sound sleep. It was 6:15 am, and the cold draft and loud alarm awoke her. Maggie, a college student dreaded this hour, she pushed snooze to get her fifteen more minutes of sleep she could not live with out. When the alarm went off for a second time she thought she’d better get up before she was late.
She found her cloths and then looked out her window to see if the winter weather had brought more snow than what was previously there the night before. As always, it did, and as always her lazy town had not plowed her road again.
She began getting ready, while becoming worried if she could make the long adventure to class. She bundled up as much as she could to not look ridiculous, and started out the door. As Maggie walked to her car she quickly covered her head with her hood and ran, in hope of not becoming totally covered in snow, since the wind was quickly throwing it in her face.
She began driving very slowly due to living in a very wooded and secluded area, where not many cars had previously gone to make a path for her. The snow caused her to slow her car frequently as she watched large drifts stream across the road, while she though “ is this even possible?”
Maggie looked all around her as to wonder if maybe there were things she’d never seen before while driving in this area. Of course not thinking it is possibly the worst time to ever find new things while driving in a snow storm! But never the less she did. As she passed the farms near her she noticed how the animals, mostly horses, were cuddled together in hopes to stay warm. She also saw dogs hiding under porches to keep the snow off of them, but to still hold their guard. As she looked on deeper into the woods she noticed the trees branches hanging low from all the weight that was put upon them, and how the sides of the roads were piled high with mounds of snow. The mounds so high it almost would cover her car to the top.
The snow slightly lets up, and she begins to think the long drive just might turn out ok, but it is not the luck of a western New Yorker. As she becomes closer to the lake the snow becomes heavier, and almost making it impossible to see in front of the car. She sees children off to the side shivering while they wait for that buss that can’t come soon enough even though they had hoped for a snow day all night. Half way to college she thought of turning back wondering if she could really make it any further, but she kept going with hope of being able to make it all the way. The heavily sanded roads did not even stop cars from spinning out of control and landing in strangers yards. But she just reduced her speed and knew she was a good driver.
When she finally arrived at the college she found that the paths were formed where the side walks should be, but it had snowed so much they could not keep them clear. She trudged her way to class while watching the squirls that are always there to great people in the morning, fluttering up the tree as normal. Her adventure was finally complete, and her worry was over. She, unlike most made it all the way to class, while others gave up before even starting. Maggie felt proud of herself, and knew that made her a better student, and used to the snow belt that she did live in.