October
State Testing for my 7th Graders. It’s pure torture requiring the kids to write as much as my state requires and makes for a very hard couple weeks in October.
I’m a teacher, by the way.
August is hot, the novelty of warmer weather has worn off, and here in the Deep South it’s day after day of unending hot, Hot, HOT, HOT. No cool holidays.
January is one of my favorite months. My son and I were both born in January, so there’s always plenty of fun for us. What is it everyone hates about February?
March. It’s all melty, muddy and nasty here in Wisconsin. It’s a generally unpleasant month. Mucky, muddy yuck.
February for me. It’s short, and never gets warm enough to not be miserable.
Every month before May, really. Particularly March, which is a kind of February 2: Electric Boogaloo.
December, by a long shot. I love the weather, with the sad fact that there’s no snow. But it’s the holiday thing that gets me. Even though I have a wonderful husband and great children, I miss my family. Plus work is always bad, with the departmental parties and stuff. This year has gone much better at work, because they have found ways to involve me without compromising my job integrity. Maybe it will be better from here on, and I’ll have to find another month to despise!
February, for sure. Any happy remnants of the holiday season have worn off; the weather is miserable (dirty old snow and biting winds!); no decent holidays to look forward to; and winter isn’t even almost over at the end of it. The comedians who gripe that Black History Month (US) was given the most miserable month had it right!
I voted April, but it could really be any month February through May.
There’s a long-standing tradition about waxing poetic about Spring; how wonderful it is, how beautiful it is to see nature re-awakening. If you live in the northern Midwest, as I do, it’s all bullshit.
Spring is easily the worst season of the year. There’s nothing beautiful about it.
First - Spring is predominantly wet, muddy, grey, brown, sloppy and cold. A truly dismal and miserable season.
Second - you thought the snowstorms were done? Ha. I’ve awoken in May to find my city covered in nearly a foot in snow.
It’s not warm yet. It’s just dirty, cold and wet.
Summer is green and lovely. Autumn is orange and brown and wonderfully melancholy. Winter is cold, white and pure.
Spring is just messy, wet, and dirty. I hate Spring.
March. You’re sick of snow by then and get a couple days in the beginning of the month where it’s 50-60 F and almost feels like spring. But then - nope - back to snow and solid cold days for another 1-2 months.
Also, you’ve asked me three times, co-worker, and the answer is still NO - I do NOT want to participate in your Final Four bracket! :rolleyes:
New Year’s Day? OK, that one’s over soon, but Dr. Martin Luther King’s birthday?!
Wake me up when september ends.
November. The days are getting veryt short and I know that there is 3 more months to come of winter crap.
My favorite month is March. Springtime in Missouri. NCAA B-Ball tournament. And like Olive, I have a birthday in early March.
I have a birthday in early February, but I still hate it. It is almost ALWAYS cold, gray and slushy on my birthday, and the rest of the month isn’t any better.
I also hate months where the days are really really short, like November or December. There’s nothing I hate more than having to wake up in the dark.
september. Ragweed season. I can barely breathe normally during late August and all of September.
I’ve always thought we should be what the ancients did: Hiberate from December 31 - March 1st. Who needs January and February?
Those of us in Arizona consider January and February our reward for enduring June through August.
Not that I’m against hibernating- I could totally go for that right now.
February – that’s the coldest month around here. Thankfully, it’s also the shortest one.
A former girlfriend of mine (a blonde FTR) once opined that she wanted to change the leap day to June because she wanted to add a ‘warm’ day rather than a ‘cold’ day. :dubious:
I figure out rather quickly that she was not the girl I would marry.
Depends on where I am. In Arizona it’s June: blazing hot with no rain at all. It’s pre-monsoon so the dew point is ratcheting up every day, but the air is dry and suffocating. Plus, it’s only June – in the desert that’s just the front door to Hell.
In the Pacific Northwest, February. Duh.
May. The major reason being the anniversary of my dad’s death. (This year will especially suck; I realized back just before New Year’s that he’s been gone for half of my entire life this year. 
)
The other reason being that where I live now it’s still muddy and brown, not much green yet, at least not early in the month. Hell, snow in early May is not uncommon. This is almost made up for by the one morning lateish in the month when I go outside and every non-evergreen tree has put out baby leaves overnight, about three days after I am convinced that something horrible has happened and they’re all dead. It’s sorta awesome, actually, the way they do it.
But still, as much as I like snow, by May I’ve had enough of it and want some green for awhile.