I’m Gonna Soak Up the Sun
…Gonna tell everyone to lighten u-up…
It’s exactly like being locked up in a dungeon, a dark abysmal hole, and then being given a free key out, and then opening the door gradually to a world of sunhine and happiness. Ecstasy, that’s what it is. That’s what it’s like when a summer-like spring finds its way to the dreary Bay. Even those who say they like the dark fog and the cold, even they are happier now that the sun is out and smiling at us. They just don’t admit it.
I’m starting to think that I will be emotionally miserable and wrecked by choosing to to go Barnard. USC sounds so warm and happy right now… How will I be able to give up days like today’s rare gem of a day? New York, after all, has real seasons, and extremes of them all. I will sneeze my lungs out in the spring, swelter into the shape of a raisin in the summer (or come home for a n-ice cold summer), start to feel the winter blues in the fall, and die in the winter. I don’t know if I want that.
But everything else at Barnard, I want, and I want it badly. Like New York after considering the weather, like a nice community, like never having to need a car, like meeting Columbia boys, like access to Columbia, like small classes and great reading and cool professors and there’s always more to love. So I guess I just need to compromise. And enjoy this nice rare day while it lasts.
