Spring always seems to me to be the last breath before the stress of the end of the academic year. Those of you who are finishing up degrees this year will understand the panic that sets in when the ever-annoying question “What are you doing next year?” is asked. Those of you who are planning to pursue postgraduate degrees will understand the irritation that sets in with the ever-more-annoying question “When are you going to go out into the real world” is asked. Personally, I’m going to try to enjoy spending another two years hiding from the real world while doing my master’s. I’ll probably beg for a nine-to-five job after my sixth all-nighter.
September marks my last month at Perdeby (if I don’t leave now, I’ll stay in these offices forever, which is problematic for someone who isn’t considering a future in journalism). I’ll have to say goodbye in October but let’s not talk about that now. I’ll start blubbering and I’m an ugly crier. I’ll try pull myself together for my last edition, I promise.
To cheer myself up, I read Ernest Hemingway’s A Moveable Feast (I have an unhealthy obsession with him) and came across this quote, which fits nicely with my spring theme: “When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, the day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.”
Find somewhere good to be happiest this month.