Hail Spring!

It is now officially my birthday month!

Which is great and joyous in all retrospects, but I can’t help but feel the sinking weight of time.  It seems like being 21 makes you ageless and fearless for a year, and then 22 is  the sobering aftermath.  Now that the number is nearing by in three weeks, I feel like a sack of bones.  I understand that this is extremely immature for me to say, since I will only be turning 22, but those are my honest thoughts.  (Heaven forbid when I look back on this post.  I’m sure I’ll be laughing at my current mentality.)

Looking at 21 in retrospect, it has been pretty hyperactive.  In all honesty, I haven’t really spoilt my liver in partaking the unwritten rule of “being legal” since I’ve only touched alcohol on a handful of occasions (and I can count those on one hand);  instead, my emotions are the ones that have been going through radical changes.  People who know me should already know what I’m talking about, but for the sake of brevity, I’ll mention these things: October, my two encounters with infatuation, and the humbling conclusions.  That’s all I’ll mention about those episodes, but it has been really…um, educational.  Probably the most unromantic description ever, but I’ll leave it be.

Today, while walking through campus, suffering with an unparalleled fatigue that I have ever experienced,  I thought about two things: 

Wow, I’m really tired.

and

The campus is a lot brighter than I remember.

The last thought struck me particularly hard, since it affected my physicality.  Here’s why, in brief:

I have a large head.  

Because of this, it is very difficult for me to find sunglasses that can fit around my cranium, let alone make me look decent.  My latest pair of sunglasses cost me a whopping 350 dollars, and even still, they don’t fit my head that well, but my vanity declared them the right pair for me.  As a result, I usually only wear them while driving, but I am uncomfortable walking around campus with them, since they will give me a headache (and I’m also notorious for losing things, so I put them away quickly.)  However, with spring break come and gone at CSULB, there have been a few changes to the campus.  A welcoming change is that the smaller trees are in full bloom with pink, carnation-like flowers that cling onto the bare branches like beautiful flames.  A not-so-welcoming change is that the larger trees have been aggressively trimmed, allowing more sunlight to  permeate down to the student masses below.  While I’m not entirely against a brighter world, it is a bit of a strain on my eyes, which forces me to choose between two discomforts – do I wear the sunglasses and live through the headache, or do I put them away and go to my classes haphazardly, squinting my eyes so much that I’m practically walking with my eyes closed?  

I chose the first option.

Another thing that I was doing while I was walking was mentally writing out this blog.  Honestly, I was imagining a more happy, less caustic tone about spring, but it sort of spilled out this way.  I think it’s influenced by the influx of caffeine that I had earlier to keep me awake, and the fact that I’m sitting through a research demonstration by a librarian who sounds like she’s ready to punch babies.  

I hope you all have a wonderful day.  I will try to do the same.