Dance Music For Nerds

Spring Fever
3/22/2007, 9:56 am
Filed under: Geek-Out, Nostalgia, School, Social, Spirituality

An old room mate of mine used to live like a monk except for this time of year. He had a line that served both as an excuse and an explanation for his yearly exploitations; “It’s spring time, and I’m Jeff.”
I have relationship milestones that are 90% accurate. If a relationship lasts a couple of weeks the first big hump will happen at the three month mark. That’s when you either switch to more serious mode or you go your separate ways. Similar things happen at the 6-month and 1-year points and on and on. The exception to this rule? In spring time all bets are off, anything can happen and anything goes.
All of this is just anecdotal evidence of the strange power that the warming weather and the blooming flowers hold. The high school where I teach lets out for Spring Break next week. The low hum of dissatisfaction among the students is becoming a roar. Not only is it spring time with a vacation just around the corner, but it is also the end of the long, long stretch with no breaks that follows Christmas Vacation.
In short, the natives are restless and the tension is so thick it could be cut with a knife. I sit and look at the tests that need to be graded and the blank stares of students that are a thousand miles away, coupled with the constant reminders to get back to work that I utter every five minutes to the students who are at the opposite end of the spectrum and full of energy. I have started to empathize with the english teacher who yesterday had her students help her load up her car before she just drove off, apparently quitting in the middle of the school day with no notice at all. Hopefully I will survive and live to see my new niece in two weeks. But you never know, for even though I recognize its spell descending onto those around me, I myself am not immune.
It’s spring time, and I’m Dan.


Nice. I love the parallelism with “It’s spring time…” Though it does make me a little scared.

Comment by Touché

I wouldn’t qualify my existence as monastic. I prefer to think of it as tantric. I’m preparing myself for the final moment before my bodily death. I will do the dance of utter darkness(or “Butoh” if you happen to understand Japanese). That’s right, me and death: the wild thang. Let Spring spring eternal.

Comment by jeff

you sound so good! happy birthday, danial!! love, bucky

Comment by Bucky Whaley

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