Sprintime and What it Means to Me: An Essay

I would like to post a For Better or For Worse column right now, but my internet apparently is not as excited to read the lastest Canadian musings of Ms. Johnston as I am. Instead, I will write an essay.

What Spring Means To Me
I am 23 years old. While this fun fact may seem irrelevant, it does mean that I have spent every year of my life since I was about 3 in a school setting-- until now. So, my life up to this point has taught me a few things about Spring- this I associate almost exclusively with the rhythm of being a student.
When you are in school (especially when you go to a heathenistic, dope-loving, sexually crazed liberal arts drunk tank like the one I went to) Spring Means the Following things:

• People start wearing less clothes
• People start fucking like bunny rabbits
• School is about to end. You're about to have no homework. Your life is about to get WAY better.
  
• Everyone's so happy, they start fucking EVEN MORE
• People are making travel plans. Old friends are coming into town. Friends are leaving for the summer. There is a general air of excitement at the prospect of new friends, new people, and new Fucking Prospects.
• People start smoking weed anywhere and everywhere. It suddenly seems completely appropriate to get high before work, class, or breakfast.
  
• Ditto for drinking.
• Life changes. Everything feels new again.

I am a lucky gal. Springtime has always been good to me, and I have had many happy Aprils and Mays full of bloody marys, brief and awkward romances, and outdoor drug consumption.

Now comes the turn. As the smell of thawing frozen garbage begins to fill the air and the streets of Bushwick begin to fill with people doing random-ass shit (i.e. driving giant remote control cars towards actual cars), I know Spring is almost here. But I am not in school. I am just a grown up, working. Will things still feel new and exciting and full of change and potential? I'm not sure.

Only time will tell, but if I didn't have to go to work in a few minutes, I would raise a mid-day toast to wish:

May Springtime always feel as good as it feels when you are a kid on a college campus.