Hopkins in the springtime is something like a paradise. Though this may seem hyperbolic at first, and perhaps it is, “paradise” is truly the only word I can think of that describes what it is like to sit on the Beach and feel the sunlight, which is timid yet warm, basking on your skin, to look around you at all of your friends sitting around and chatting with one another, completely relaxed, to finally realize that spring — spring! — is not around the corner, but actually here and alive. Everything is so beautiful. That is what spring is like.
I have always been a big believer in the emotional quality of the seasons. I always find myself gloomier in the winter than I do in the warmer months. And when spring rolls along, my body is flooded with this sudden excess of energy and happiness. It feels like a crime to sit inside and study — I have to be outside, appreciating the day, feeling the wind and sun and warmth. It seems a lot of Hopkins feels this way too — the whole campus seems to have a different air on sunny days.
All of this is to say that I am happy. Seeing the year come to a close, I have been flooded with so many different feelings it is hard to sort through which ones are dominant and which are fleeting. I know a lot of my fellow freshman feel similarly. It’s hard to believe that our first year at Hopkins is coming to a close. It seems everything happened so fast. Now, evaluating my life, I find it sort of impossibly lovely that everything around me seems so familiar when, in fact, everything is still new. My life at Hopkins is just starting to bloom, like the pink cherry blossoms that have just peeked opened on freshman quad. It’s weird how time works. Weird and wonderful.