168 Hours

There are a few times during the day when my small institution actually feels like a big university. At 9, 10, 11:00 am and 1:00 pm, the main street that runs through campus is filled with students and professors heading to class. People talk, greet each other and exchange nods. Not last Friday afternoon, however. It was the last day before Spring Break and the campus was deserted as I walked to my 1:00 pm class. I saw a colleague and we just laughed at how quiet it was. We were the only ones on the street.

For most people, spring marks a new start. For academics it means the end. Everything will be different when the students return in a week. Another end will have begun.


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