During the first week of classes, temperatures dropped below freezing. The brisk air laughed at my attempts to keep warm with scarfs, gloves, and homemade hand-warmers. I walked to my car under the cover of night weighed down with recently purchased course books. Using the key fob to unlock Oberon’s doors, I pulled the handle. Nothing happened. I tried again, but the driver-side door didn’t budge.
Striding to the passenger side I tested that door, also unsuccessful. Standing back, I took stock of other ways to get in and out of the cold. The hatch! Preparing to pull with all I was worth, the back popped open effortlessly. Crawling up to the backseat, the back seat was laid down. My car is not very big and I climbed through the seats to the front with bags of books and backpack, those yoga classes paid off.
From the inside I was able to push open the frozen drivers-side door. After I’d tossed my books on the passenger seat and closed the hatchback, I sat waiting for the heat to kick in, feeling as if I’d passed a test. Little did I know there would be more come…