As I walked outside the building earlier this morning and viewed the sidewalks, a week ago this time teeming with students and faculty scurrying to and fro during class exchange but today almost void of traffic, I sensed that mellow fragrance. Yes, the offices will open Monday morning, and sure, summer school will start up in a few weeks, but for now it’s time for ending.
Ending the semester. Ending the grind of grading papers and reporting grades. Ending the tedium of managing off-campus and after-hours courses. Ending the academic year.
True, these annual spring-time endings are not as final as the exams the students just took, because beginnings are right around the corner. After all, the cycle of the academy grinds like a great stone wheel on the axis of its sacred semestral traditions.
But at least for this brief, liberating season, our unbearable daze is transformed into bearable days. At least for this season of ending.