These post-spring break weeks tend to feel more and more like a dead-heat race to summer---something to rush toward, hopefully to emerge on the other side of May panting and exhausted. The one thing that seems to give us all a little bit of pause are summer plans: come May, a whirlwind of exams and schedules threatens to taper off into... well, whatever we find.
Suffice to say that I know all about that gnaw of anxiety brought on by the idea of an empty June. Sometimes, in the frenzy of it all the stakes take on an elevated importance: the activities of this summer may well effect the fall, which in turn influences the next spring, and maybe the summer after. Before too long, it can feel like your summer is just one little domino that must be placed in exactly the right place to keep everything in motion. Maybe there’s some degree of truth in this, but after overhearing someone lamenting the slim pickings for first-years’ on Lionshare... I feel compelled to step in. Y'all need to calm down.
I’ll start with a disclaimer: advice is rarely fun to receive when not solicited, and this is hardly a point that hasn’t been made elsewhere (perhaps even on this blog). Throwing caution to the wind, I’m going to take the risk of sounding like a crotchety old-timer.
