Studying outside in spring even when it’s still 45°F.
STUDYING OUTSIDE IN SPRING EVEN WHEN IT’S STILL 45°F.
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Remember that peculiar annual rite of passage? The moment the calendar flipped to spring, even if the thermometer hadn't quite caught up, signaling our collective exodus from libraries and dorm rooms. It was 45 degrees Fahrenheit, maybe with a deceptive hint of sunshine, and suddenly, the quad was dotted with figures bundled in hoodies and beanies, clutching textbooks, pretending this was perfectly comfortable.
We’d shiver, our fingers numb, but there was a stubborn defiance in it, wasn't there? A shared understanding that after months of winter's embrace, any glimpse of the sky, any breath of non-recirculated air, was a luxury worth the goosebumps. Was it a masochistic tradition we secretly loved, a badge of honor for enduring the elements in pursuit of knowledge? Or was it a desperate, slightly irrational escape from the confines of our study carrels, a testament to our youthful optimism that warm weather was just around the corner?
Perhaps it was both. A strange blend of academic duty and an almost primal urge to reconnect with the world outside, even if that world was still a bit nippy. We’d sip our lukewarm coffees, watch our breath mist, and occasionally glance up from our notes, sharing a silent, knowing look with a fellow brave soul across the lawn. It wasn't about comfort; it was about the ritual, the transition, the hope. It was a unique, shared absurdity that binds us. What are your memories of this chilly outdoor study ritual?
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