In the Words of my Mother

Perhaps I am being redundant given Daiva's last post, but Spring has quite clearly come to Worcester with full force. The beautiful seventy-plus-degree weather coinciding with the actual vernal equinox yesterday was the perfect way to let everyone know that Spring is here.

Spring is really a lovely time of year (my personal second favorite). The flowers are in bloom. Guys break out their shorts, while girl step out in sun dresses. Everyone crowds the green with their frisbees and blankets. Even professors seem to want to enjoy the season and have a tendancy to let class out the slightest bit early on nice days. While Spring may be wonderful, I also find it is the hardest season for me to stay focused. This week, I have had a very hard time concentrating upon my homework. Why do accounting problems when it is so gorgeous outside?! Do I really want to read more Bryant poems instead of going for a mid-afternoon walk?

When I was in elementary school, I lived in an oval-shaped cul-de-sac called Heather Circle. The neighborhood was filled a lot of kids my age, and we all used to play Thirty Scatters, a version of hide-and-seek when the weather was nice. Everyday, I would sprint off the bus just itching to go outside and play, but my mother would always say, "Spring isn't due to be finished until summer. Your homework is due tomorrow." I find I am reminding myself of her words would more and more often.

So I guess what I am saying is that although it is wonderful and spring-y out, your homework still needs to be done, and we still have half a semester left. I am not saying don't enjoy those almost-perfect moments basking in the springtime air; just make sure you don't forget that it isn't break already.