Not The End
It’s not the end of the year yet. Yes, I only have three weekends left, but 21 days is a long time in anyone’s life. Yes, I’ve got finals in less than a month, but I also have two midterms this week. Yes, I’ll soon be picking my classes and housing for next year, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have a 20-page paper to work on for this year’s professor.
Still, it’s undeniable that things are definitely taking on a more finalé-ish vibe. Spree Day is fast approaching (for those of you who don’t know, it’s a day of revelry and fun to celebrate Spring, and so popular that a change once warranted a story in the New York Times), and campus is buzzing (the traditionally-kept-secret date is the worst-kept secret in Worcester).
Academic Spree Day is also soon – a chance for scores of Clarkies to show off their research and their hard work, all over campus. It’s going to be incredible – the schedule includes dozens of talks, a few panels, and scores of giant posters summarizing a year’s work down to results. I’m lucky enough to be included – my CSCI 110 class, consisting of only 11 students, is in the process of producing a presentation on the effects of magnetic fields on high-energy plasmas.
I’ve written about this before, but Academic Spree Day really speaks to the kind of place Clark is. I have friends who went to schools where freshmen never even exchange a word with their professors – and here I am, a first-year, presenting research with new results – contributing something to the world’s store of knowledge instead of simply absorbing it. Remarkable!
Also on my mind (apart from Georgia) is the weather – the outdoors is once more habitable to someone without a down coat, and Clarkies are taking advantage. Even though the grass isn’t really green yet, the Green was full the last few days. By the time I leave for the summer, the trees will have leaves and the birds will have babies. But not yet. It’s not the end now.