April 2, 2012 at 1:58 am

Ode to Spring


There can be no doubt that spring has arrived at GSA when Mr. Kaz sets up his lawn chair out front and the senior boys are doing handstands on the grass.  Yes, once our thermostats have risen above sixty degrees, the skateboarders will come to school in shorts regardless of any subsequent changes in weather.

Spring (in Maine, anyway) is cold one day and hot the next, caught in the crossfire between winter and summer.  All bad behavior in the Chemistry room is attributed to last week’s heat wave, and the person next to you is slathering herself with sun block.  Next week, everyone stands in the snow to receive their free ice cream at the Fishnet.  Spring means being in-between wardrobes, and always wearing the wrong thing.

With spring come the emails from college*, often read in class when the teacher is silly enough to give seniors access to the computers.  Some students purchase college sweatshirts and wear them obnoxiously, as if they are already on next year’s spring break.  The drama involved in the application and acceptance/rejection process goes mostly unnoticed by the rest of the student population, because teenagers avoid tapping into others’ feelings of stress as much as possible.  Even for juniors, who have been beaten over the head with the word “college” by countless adults, next year lies on the distant shores of West Africa, across a vast and deep ocean of Summer Vacation.

Spring is that magical time of year, when the birds and your neighbors are returning from Florida. Spring is calling the game warden about the dead fox in your backyard.

Spring is when school catches up to you, and your to-do list suddenly has SAT prep, AP Drawing Portfolio, college tours, and don’t forget to exercise written on it.  Spring means that if you are in a movie theater or at the beach or playing scrabble, the voice in your head is telling you that you don’t understand the seriousness of your situation.


*Note to Freshmen: after you finish high school you attend four more years of school, called college.  Then, if you want to be a doctor or a teacher, you go to school again and that’s called graduate school.

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