Sunny Daze

Remember back in the old days when no one had to show up for school when it was nice out- when you could just pack a lunch in the morning and go for a hike in the woods or park a towel on a beach and spend the day thinking about how your life has so much meaning and wondering what that meaning might be?

Ok, you caught me. That never really happened*. Just some wishful thinking on my part. But god damn, it's nice out, and all I really want to do is be outside in the sun. I know I should probably throw in some concerns about not having any sunblock and damaging UV rays and all that, but at this point I really don't care, this pasty pale skin cannot be a sign of good health. Tomorrow is supposed to be 70 degrees. 70 degrees, people. In March. In New England. If that is not a sign that we should be free from such menial things as education, then I don't know what is.

The kids here are quite prepared for the summer. We have the usual contingent of boys that wear shorts year-round (which is highly amusing/vaguely alarming on those days in mid-January when you can feel your nose hairs freeze upon going outside), but this global warming has lots of other kids busting out the flip flops and tank tops. I feel like I should issue a warning to some of these kids: don't rejoice too soon, my friends- it's possible (in fact, probable) that there will still be a major snow storm between now and summer.

Anyway, what if the sun collapsed in on itself tomorrow and then there was only the cold and dark from now until eternity and we'd have to dig down into the Earth's core just to stay warm and keep the human race alive? Just sayin'. We should take advantage while we can.

Sometimes it sure would be nice to ditch.


*When it does happen, it's called unemployment. Sweet, sweet unemployment.