It's Tragic, but I'm Allergic to School

It's tragic, but I'm allergic to School, this school in particular, CSUS. And why do ask? Is it because the parking spaces are repulsive or the professors reek? No. It is the dang trees. What a coincidence that I live in the city of trees, where they are highly valued and planted. I love trees, I’ll admit. They provide many beneficial qualities to the human race. They produce CO2, provide shade, and are esthetically pleasing to the eye. However, I’m allergic to its overwhelming reproductive excesses. Yes, I will say it, tree sperm. Since Sacramento is a Mediterranean climate, we have lovely dry summers and can also have winds due to, I would assume, either convectional or conversional lifting. Nevertheless, this wind blows around all the pollen including up my nostrils. My eyes are constantly watering, I sneeze up a storm walking to class, and when I let up, I am still sniffling. So when my professors and friends ask who broke my heart, I say it was the trees. So don’t mind me when I am popping Claritin pills, although I plan on switching to Sudafed. Though I notice for some reason, in the mornings or when it’s colder, my allergies aren’t bad. This would be interesting to find out.