And so ends another long week of classes. One week from right now, I’ll be laying on the floor in some church in north-Georgia with my trusty blanket and old, smelly pillow (I have no idea how long I’ve owned my pillows, but it’s definitely time for new ones). That’s right, Spring Fling is right around the corner and man am I pumped! I’ve never been able to put my finger on it, but for some reason the annual Crusade retreats get better by the year. This year, I’m one of the big dogs. I’ll be that guy sitting around saying things like ‘Hooooo-eeeee’ I remember three years ago when I rode up here with a crazy senior girl and nearly died four times before we ever even entered South Carolina.’ Funny thing is, back then, I thought she was crazy; now, I know she’s crazy. Fortunately, she’s crazy about God, too, so that seems to equalize ‘er somewhat.
Spring Break’s rapid approach generally means one thing: slacking is now officially not only accepted without question, but condoned. That’s right, Spring Break marks the beginning of the annual student-grade recession. March Madness is about to start up and that means three days a week of college basketball, all hours of the day with talk of ‘brackets’ and ‘picks’ and ‘pools’. I’ll probably throw my five bucks in a pool this year, just to see how bad my picks are. March Madness is generally associated with college basketball, but I think it can also be associated with the insanity that begins clouding every student’s thinking process after Spring Break. We tend to lose all reasoning ability: ‘Let’s see. I have a test tomorrow, a quiz the next day and three homework assignments due in one class the following day. The question on the table is ‘Do you want to sit around playing cards til 6 am?’ and I’m afraid the answer is ‘No.’, but who would I be to buck the system?
One good thing about the post-Spring-Break-recession is that it’s a time to meet all kinds of new people. I can think back over my last three Spring semesters and remember people I met during each semester, shortly after Spring Break. That’s just the time when everyone comes out of the woodwork. Even the studious kids begin to see that slacking has its merits. Of course, no one can really name any of those merits, but we all know they’re there. And, any one of those merits could single-handedly muscle-out any attempt by the conscience to convince us that it isn’t a good idea to start sleeping during the day and participating in completely unproductive activities at night.
Here’s to another Spring semester of cruddy grades, new friendships and hazy memories.
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