The Goldilocks School
When I was applying to colleges, I felt that size really mattered. I toured some smaller liberal arts schools, but I didn’t like the idea of going to…
Last night I wrote the following paragraph about finals to post here on my blog, but coincidentally made the choice to wait a day or so before posting it:
“This past week has felt like limbo. I’ve spent fourteen weeks this semester getting used to a routine. I know who I can see when, I know what times I’m getting up, I know what times I’m eating. I have a reason to go to the places I go to, and I go to a lot of places. But this week all of that vanished. I had no reason to get up early. I had no extracurricular meetings to attend. No classes to keep me in a tight schedule. My friends seem distant, and at each moment it’s unclear if I’m seeing them for the last time this semester. Part of me wants to allow myself to sleep in, but when I eventually wake up late I feel disoriented, and like I’ve wasted part of my day. I don’t know what time will be the least crowded at Dewick, and the endless chunks of time I have make me unsure how to time manage. On top of all of that, the temperatures have dropped, making both myself and other people unwilling to change location easily. Everything is ending, and yet there is no sense of fanfare or completion or grandiosity. Essentially, all I can say is finals are weird.”
While I still agree with most of that (the odd, non-scheduled, secluded world I’m living in), today I was granted the fanfare I was missing.
I woke up to Somerville covered in a beautiful sheet of pure white snow. I immediately bundled up and grabbed my camera, ready to brace the snowstorm. But I found that the temperature was a perfectly crisp cold, not a freezing. The roads were quiet, and I felt alone in the world in the best way. I made my way through campus, snapping shots as I went along, and was greeted with the sight of all my fellow Jumbos, who had been hidden away this week, playing on the prez lawn, building snowmen, and generally marveling at the sight. I made my way across campus to Carm, where I had lunch with two friends. The day was cozy and relaxing, and felt like that bit of closure I’d been missing.
It still feels weird to be going home. The semester flew by, and wasn’t the most fun for me, admittedly. I feel like there is so much I should still be doing, so much I haven’t done. But at the very least, I feel satisfied with this perfect day.
Until next semester, Tufts.
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