It is after long observation that I have come to a conclusion. Those living in the greater Pacific Northwest are what I have named: Frog-People. They share all the similar characteristics to people but without one naturally occurring discomfort or adversity to the rain, or being wet at all. 

This discovery came from many discussions with those students of every other area Whitman undergrads hail from. The desert goers find it too wet here, those from the Midwest miss the snow. Those from southern states consider the cold our rain brings to be the main discomfort, as I had forgotten that down in the Bible Belt, the rain is as hot as hellfire. When speaking to students from Seattle or Portland they couldn’t understand what I meant. Being brushed off by these types is nothing new by any means, but the lack of acknowledgment of a serious complaint held by most students, I found shocking. I knew I must dive into my personal history.

Being from this rainy cacophony of cascading streams and a claustrophobic curtain of trees that I call home, I have to say I am noticing a sort of metamorphosis in myself. Not until speaking with my dryer counterparts had I noticed that the rain was indeed an issue. I asked myself how I felt about the rain, and finding a cooling comforting calm in my deepest of desires, I realized I too am an amphibian.

In the history of these people an evolution has occurred, the white, almost translucent skin of its people and the way water slides off as if they are hydrophobic.

The only real question is how they do not notice the smell of wet dog.