Babbling and Strewing Flowers
If this were last fall and temps were in the 40s, students would be laden in sweatshirts, Ugg boots and freshly un-mothballed sweaters. But let the first warm day in March appear and common sense can take a hike. It's spring! Break out the shorts and flip-flops. And if spring is here, can one long Corona-soaked patio bar summer be far behind? Yippee!
It doesn't help that Spring Break is a week away or that today in the first-year honors seminar we begin to discuss Emerson's Nature. When temps hit 65 next Wednesday, I fully expect to hear requests to take the class outside. The fact that we're reading Nature will no doubt be among the arguments employed. Damn Emerson with his head "bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite space."
I never take classes outside, ever. A professor--however fascinating he or she may be-- simply cannot compete with spring.