It's March 12, and I'm sitting here in Starbucks on St. Patrick St. (Oy, that's funny...abbreviations for saint & street...) looking out the window at the snow falling, covering the roofs of buildings with a soft white sheet and the roads with slippery gray slush. The faces of snow. However delightful some may be, at this point, I'd like them all to go away & let the sun come back out. Two days ago, on my walk up to the University, I felt like I'd traversed through all the climates of the world. As I stepped out of my flat, the sun was shining & all seemed well enough. As I turned the corner to my street, the clouds zoomed in & began to spit little drops of water on me, which soon turned into sleet & snow, which we in Atlanta like to call wintry mix (snow doesn't tend to grace the city much with its presence, and when it does, the city doesn't respond so gracefully). And then I turned the corner to the main street to take me up to uni. Clouds still overhead, I couldn't see a break, a mere glimpse of blue sky behind the gloom. And then, oh and then...hail. Yes, I began getting a beating by little pebbles of ice. Ouch. Worst part is, I didn't have a hood. I realize this might have been a silly decision on my part, but the sun was out! Well, I ducked my head hoping not to collide with anything, living or not, on my way up the road, and the all the sudden, it stops. Everything. I look up, and ahead of me, the skies are blue. Really? I think I counted 2 clouds in the sky. So along I walked, unzipping my jacket because the warmth of the sun made my layers unnecessary. From sun to hail and back to sun within a span of 10 minutes. Not quite sure I can get used to this. I'm just waiting for spring to really come: sunshine, beautiful flowers covering the ground, weather that doesn't require sweaters, scarves, and rain boots. Last week's spring tease was nice, but a tease was all it was. I really looking forward to the real thing.
But no worries, there's more to my life than just the weather. My second semester is coming to an end. Next week is my last week for 3 of my classes, & I have one more week after that of my philosophy course. It's been a really interesting semester, actually. I had no idea policy could actually be interesting. Well, I did, but the legalities and politics behind it have frustrated me and deterred me from it in the past. I'm still not sure I've come to a conclusion about it, but at least I've dipped in my big toe, perhaps even my foot, to get a feel for it. I might even go in as deep as my knee in order to write my final assessment for the course. I gave a presentation this past week in my Philosophical Foundations of Education class on what Hannah Arendt says about education's role in the renewal of society. There's some interesting stuff. Ponder this one: "Education is the point at which we decide whether we love the world enough to assume responsibility for it and by the same token save it from the ruin that which, except for renewal, except for the coming of the new and young, would be inevitable...and education, too, is where we decide whether we love our children enough not to expel them from our world and leave them to their own devices, not to strike from their hands the chance of undertaking something new, something unforeseen by us, but to prepare them in advance for the task of renewing a common world." So then, what's the answer? Even more interesting, she was writing this stuff about the crisis of education in America...in 1954. My question is, what would she say now?
In other news, the University Symphony concert is coming up this next Friday. It should be pretty good. We're playing Shostakovich's Symphony No. 10 and Neilson's Aladdin Suite, both good pieces, and if I'm not mistaken, we're playing the Pines of Rome next concert in May. It'll be nice to expand my repertoire with that one. I had some friends over to mine on Thursday for a pizza-making party, which was good fun. Heading to another friend's tonight for a pizza and movie night. Saw a film at the cinema and went to a ceilidh last night and am booked nearly every night this next week in the evenings with rehearsals, concerts, etc. It's going to be busy, but at least if won't give me a chance to be lazy, right?
Alas, it seems I've procrastinated enough. I have books to read and assignments to consider, not to mention those pesky little chores that need to happen occasionally to keep up with life. Off I go into the land of big words and smart thoughts. Here's to hoping I'll be able to find my way out a bit later! Cheers!
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