Kathryn Pellicotte ‘29
Mr. Golden Sun gone on…sabbatical?
Happy First Day of Spring! A little over a week ago, students were given a foretaste of warm weather, and for a brief, yet blissful moment, the Hill was all sunshine, clear blue skies, and 70 degrees. Many students decided to inform their professors that they were canceling class under the pretense of an appointment with Vitamin D. It is unclear how the faculty reacted to such assertions, but hopefully they were able to make use of that mood-brightening sun too! You know what they say, “The state of the weather equals the state of the grading.” -They.
Understandably, on the first nice day of the year, the word “work” is about as far from our minds as the apple that bounced off of Newton’s head. Any sort of academic productivity or motivation completely collapses, and is swallowed up by sunny day fun and warm weather delight. For an instant, the towering piles of snow, the slippery stairs of doom, and the winds of face-burning, icy blasts all seemed to be safely behind us. Winter was finally coming to a close. Bye-Bye Seasonal Depression! Hasta La Vista Baby! So long! Toodle-oo! Don’t let the door hit ya on the way—yeah, yeah, you get the gist. Unfortunately, our optimism got the best of us, resulting in the foolish belief that the long-awaited blessing of warm weather meant brighter times were permanently in store.
Instead, we were rewarded with “the grays”. Steel gray, Slate gray, Stone gray, Smokey gray, Milky gray, and Just gray all seem to be in fierce competition with each other as they vie for the glory of becoming the sky’s shade of the day. Nothing is more exciting for students than to guess which gray-hue will greet them as they exit their dorm each morning. Reports of the song, “Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun” have been heard across campus as students invoke the power of a children’s tune in order to convince the sun to shine down upon them once again. Even more interesting to note, an underground betting pool has been supposedly formed as a means of sparking both hope and heated disputes on the various, indistinguishable hues.
It is clear we may be in for a colorless and rainy start to our spring, but we cannot let our spirits be dampened! Sure, no one likes the rainy weather that makes our hair all frizzy and the hems of our pants soaked from the misjudgement of the size of a puddle, but these gray days too, shall pass. I’d like to end with the wise words of Annie, who famously declared, “The sun’ll come out tomorrow. Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow there’ll be sun!” Yes, I’m aware that this quote is not remotely related to New England weather, and that’s a good thing because that is certainly NOT a matter I’d bet my last dollar on.
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