It’s November, the start of the coldest of days. It started to snow, the little white specs falling from the sky and landing on the cold ground. Since it was quite cold, you would need a coat and luckily, you do. You also have gloves and a hat to keep you even more warm.

On your way to the schoolhouse, you trudge through the snow, making footprints in it. You fix you satchel that was slung on your shoulder, your textbooks contained inside.

Eventually, you get to the schoolhouse and you walk in, closing the door behind you. You set your hat and coat on the hangers, oblivious to the fact Gilbert was doing the same.