It's starting to be frigidly cold waiting for the bus.

Students stand in a line, hunching over, in the vain hope that their backpacks will shield them from the wind. But it's to no avail. The wind finds all the little cracks and crevices in our clothes and shoes and PUSHES through them.

Some people buy coffee from the nearby convenience store, for the soul purpose of warming their hands while they wait. I know this, because they carry the beverage onto the bus and never drink it.

The bus, when it comes, is usually nice and toasty. Most people's stops are near the mall or downtown Fayetteville, which are near the end of the route. They have time to suck in all the warmness they can before venturing out into the cold again.