Closer and Closer

As I trudge through the snow on my way to Las Olas, the cold icy wind makes its way into my sleeves and spreads throughout my whole body. I feel my face start to tingle, and my ears begin to burn. I look over at my friend Declan. A furry hood covers most of his head. I should have brought one with me. It's not even five o’clock, but the sun has already vanished from its hiding place behind the clouds and sunk below the horizon. Now, my fingertips turn gray. Boy, do I wish I had brought gloves! I try to put my hands into the pockets of my coat, but it’s no good; if anything, they hurt even more. Bearing the pain, I keep walking. “We’re almost there,” I keep telling myself.When I say “there,” I do not mean Las Olas. Don’t get me wrong, I do want to eat my burrito, but I mean Spring Term—the end of cold winter days, depressing snow falls, slipping on the ice every ten seconds and all the slush on the ground. Everything starts to go uphill in spring, preps are pretty much settled, lowers get to relax even more and seniors are mostly done stressing about college. Uppers writing their 333 can enjoy the view as they look up from their research and out of their windows.Looking back on my prep spring, it was definitely a huge difference in comparison to my winter term. The bright sun would shine all over the campus, covering every inch of the ground as I would walk towards the tennis courts ready to play against my next opponent on a Wednesday afternoon. As I would take a deep breath trying to calm my nerves down, the humid and grassy scent would flow into my lungs, filling me with joy. Walking past McConnell Hall, one can see dozens of students lounging on the quad soaking in the sunlight while doing homework. There were Webster kids throwing their frisbee around, and Cilley people playing basketball and C-Ball. A few people kicked a soccer ball around. There were people laying on the freshly cut grass, sun tanning and reading books. On one side of the Quad, there were a few kids who tied an elastic rope between two trees and were trying to walk on it, from one tree to another without falling. Huge grins were plastered on every face.As each day goes by, we are closer and closer to spring term. Most people I know say that spring is their favorite term. “Things get better in the spring,” is something that is tossed around pretty often. The season of bridge jumping, frisbee throwing and ice cream being served everyday in D-Hall is almost upon us. Finally, the long dark snowy days of winter are coming to an end. A new term, a new beginning, a great time to start fresh.