Emma Hutchins
Opinions Editor
It’s that time of the year again. The sun slowly recedes, Uggs return from their reverse hibernation, Kleenex sales make a noticeable spike, and my mom nags me to get the flu shot (to which I usually scour the internet for horror stories of obscure allergic reactions as “evidence” that our doctor is actually being overdramatic, really, I will be fine without being punctured by the primitive harpoon the nurse calls a needle).