The Spring Thaw Comes To Waverly
Connor Strange
Staff Writer
The deep snows are going away and the birds are starting to sing their songs of the impending spring. With summer break alluringly close and a reason to discard our scarves approaching, many students and their respective educators are becoming apathetic--and it’s great.
Gradually, the workload of the student body is unraveling like a flower in bloom. We get to truly relax for the first time in a while, as can the teachers. We can metaphorically kick up our feet on the desks , we can get our free-thinking summertime minds in gear and we can stop being so gosh-darned cold all the time.
Nothing sets a student’s mind at ease like the fourth quarter. Who needs those boring old winter finals anymore? Squares, that’s who! This is the time to pick up our baseball bats, restring our racquets and polish off our 7 irons--not to dread over our studies.
Some may say that this inevitable late-game laziness is a curse, another allergy to deal with alongside the rest of the thaw’s maladies. Those people don’t realize just how much we need it.
There’s no denying that, as a school, if we kept working like machines straight through to the middle of May, we would get more done. We would be an efficient, role-model school if we churned out heaps of results past winter. But we wouldn’t be what kids really want: a segue into summer; a drum roll for drought; a precursor to the public pools’ opening.
We need a waterslide to fly down, not a cliff to fall off. The fourth quarter is a proverbial parachute to prepare us to do nothing worthwhile with our lives for three months (at least in my case).
So, let the children and their elders grow slothful hand-in-hand. Let them tiptoe through the tulips, kicking up petals all the while. Let them have some unabashed, unbounded fun for what seems like the first time since Christmas break.
Our educational futures aren’t going to slip out the door if we allow ourselves to take a preparatory siesta.
