Spring

Hmmm, ok. 500 words about Spring. Spring is my 3rd favorite season, which isn’t a great placing. The problem with Spring is that it has generally ceased to exist around here! I think because of global warming/climate change it so often feels like we are going straight from Winter to Summer with no stop in between. Therefore it is hard to write about Spring when it feels like it barely exists for any length of time.

But Spring is when it starts to warm up and many people like the move away from snow and cold. It is a time of growth and when all the things that grow start to come alive. When I think of Spring, I think of gentle rain and I think of rainbows. As much I like Winter I do understand it can be harsh for people after a while and thus Spring can be a welcome change.

Spring means the end of the school year, which is deeply appreciated, 9 months in the trenches can be exhausting for any teacher or student. When May or June comes around it is refreshing to know that the next 3 months are wide open for you to do with what you like.

Spring is usually not super-hot which is why I find it more bearable. When I was young, I remember being on the school bus and being able to open the windows for the first time. I remember the excitement of the end of the school year. This was especially welcome for me given that I was physically and emotionally terrorized by my peers. It wasn’t just the end of school. It was literally the end of being beaten and verbally assaulted. Seasons have a way of deeply imprinting themselves upon our memory. For me, then, Spring represents a kind of liberation. Liberation from the torture of jail and a break from my imprisoners. That last bus ride home for the school year was everything for me. Freedom! And the just-getting-warmer weather and the growth of so much vegetation was linked to that emancipation.

I write a lot about my bullying. Bullying affects different people in different ways and in different amounts. For me, it affects me severely. It has really done a job on me. Thus when I can think of or find things that flip the frame of that time I welcome them gladly. Because as horrifying as it was, there were always little things that helped to break up the pain and misery. Spring was one and getting home to see the family pets was another.

To end this little series on the Seasons, I would like to state the obvious: the seasons represent the cycle of life. They also represent very unique things to each person based on their individual experiences. They imprint their charm upon us, we well as their sadness. When I am outside and the weather is perfectly appropriate for a given season, the memories swirl. The weather itself brings them back. Such is the power of the Seasons and the strong feelings and sense of déjà vu they engender.