I swore coming back from Spring break would probably be the hardest thing of my teenage life. After spending full week sitting on my butt watching TV and letting my mind go to mush, the idea of going back to school sounded like pure torture. When I boarded my train to go back to Baltimore clad in an angsty teen scowl, my mind was clouded with thoughts of deadlines and responsibilities. I was filled to the brim with dread and could not wait for summer break. Now, after a month of being back from Spring break, I don’t want the school year to end.
Spring at Hopkins is magical. I really don’t know how it happens so instantly, but the second the sun comes out, all of Hopkins is outside, laying on the “Beach” or playing spike ball or blasting music. The campus becomes this big bubble of happiness, and it’s absolutely infectious.
Right when I got back from break, it was Secret Week for my sorority, which is the week that your “big” showers you with gifts and food and serenades. Regardless of if you are in a sorority or not, this week is so happy for everyone. When you’re walking just about anywhere, you’re bound to walk into a serenade of 10 well-dressed boys singing a 2000s romantic pop song. Surprises occur left and right, and the happiness just spreads throughout campus.
During Homecoming weekend, alumnae show us just how special this school is through their boundless spirit and overwhelming attendance. It’s impossible not to feel proud when the whole school is decked in blue for the game, and alumnae and their families cheer for your team.
And then there’s Spring Fair… where do I even begin? When I walked out of my dorm on Friday morning, the Freshman quad was decked in food stands and craft vendors, with smells of fried food and sunshine permeating the air. I subconsciously grinned from ear-to-ear the second I walked out, and felt utter happiness wash over me. The campus lights up with live music, ridiculously good food, and the spirit of both students and residents of Baltimore alike.
After all of these amazing weeks, I cannot even fathom why I was so bitter coming back to this happy campus. I’m not ready to leave, but I just can’t wait for next Spring already.