Rachel writes: Shedding

At the start of a semester, I am always somehow aware that at the end of it, things will be different: This semester we began bundled up in mufflers, coats, hats, boots, gloves. By semester’s end, we will have shed the carapace. As March passes and April begins, one or two of our classmates may be tempted to the truancy of a fine spring evening. I hope they will consider sticking around, however, and enjoy the gentle zephyrs on nights when there are no class meetings.

That alternating moulting and sheathing in response to seasonal change is a reminder that time passes even if we attempt nothing. Demanding as our schedules can be, it’s a wonderful feeling to have accomplished something meaningful in the interim.

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