Seasons are a reoccurring thing. A cycle. Seasons are inevitable; a simple fact of life. Seasons are controlling, and with each passing quarter it ushers in a new attitude. While years may pass, each season always has its own distinct flavour, controlling and molding the even that occur during that time period.
Winter is the first and most important season that comes to mind. Coming off the cusp off fall, it turns the bright orange leaves of trees into a bleak grey sky. The weather changes too, from pleasant to punishing. But winter is not without its redeeming qualities. During winter of course, are many big holidays and events I would have to consider, like Christmas break, my birthday, but most importantly Christmas itself.
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But alas even Heaven doesn’t last forever, so school comes rolling back around. A few weeks in I get my birthday, a quick respite before exams and faster than one can react, we’re already rolling into the second semester. A quick few weeks of adjusting to the new schedule and spring pops up.
Spring of course, is the transition period each year. It’s when everything is blooming; the time of growth. And much like the type of spring found in a pen, it can be very much underwhelming and mediocre. The rush generated from Christmas and Summer break are both nearly gone, with morale lower than usual. This season also spelled the temporary end to perennial events, trying desperately to replace them with ghosts of its own.
Usually for me, this is when everything starts to ramp up. Each year, unfailingly, it seems like life always has something big to throw at me. Whether it’s difficult classes, or just some experience I’ve never done before just always seems to be piled on me during this …show more content…
The sky slowly brightens, with a gentle increase in temperature. The snow slowly melts, revealing a world of green buried beneath.
Before the two month long celebration could begin, I would still have to fight my way through the last few bits of school. The good weather is always tempting me, as people emerge from their slumber inside the house and start cycling to and fro. And day by day, hour by hour, time would slowly creep by as the weather did as well, and finally releasing me from the grasp of the indoors.
Then, the semi-annual relaxation season (coincidentally at the exact opposite time as Christmas break) is finally kicked off. Each and every year there are new experiences, but these experiences are changed in a way. Not like in a way where winter would force me to act one way or another, but instead the summer is like an adventure in freedom. But what goes up, must come down, like the experiences to follow.
Shellshock hits as I suddenly realize that once again I will be joining the cycle once again. Months of disrupted sleep schedules will have to be righted in a night; and years of forgotten content will be attempted to refreshed in my head. The rat race begins once
Winter is the first and most important season that comes to mind. Coming off the cusp off fall, it turns the bright orange leaves of trees into a bleak grey sky. The weather changes too, from pleasant to punishing. But winter is not without its redeeming qualities. During winter of course, are many big holidays and events I would have to consider, like Christmas break, my birthday, but most importantly Christmas itself.
You see, …show more content…
But alas even Heaven doesn’t last forever, so school comes rolling back around. A few weeks in I get my birthday, a quick respite before exams and faster than one can react, we’re already rolling into the second semester. A quick few weeks of adjusting to the new schedule and spring pops up.
Spring of course, is the transition period each year. It’s when everything is blooming; the time of growth. And much like the type of spring found in a pen, it can be very much underwhelming and mediocre. The rush generated from Christmas and Summer break are both nearly gone, with morale lower than usual. This season also spelled the temporary end to perennial events, trying desperately to replace them with ghosts of its own.
Usually for me, this is when everything starts to ramp up. Each year, unfailingly, it seems like life always has something big to throw at me. Whether it’s difficult classes, or just some experience I’ve never done before just always seems to be piled on me during this …show more content…
The sky slowly brightens, with a gentle increase in temperature. The snow slowly melts, revealing a world of green buried beneath.
Before the two month long celebration could begin, I would still have to fight my way through the last few bits of school. The good weather is always tempting me, as people emerge from their slumber inside the house and start cycling to and fro. And day by day, hour by hour, time would slowly creep by as the weather did as well, and finally releasing me from the grasp of the indoors.
Then, the semi-annual relaxation season (coincidentally at the exact opposite time as Christmas break) is finally kicked off. Each and every year there are new experiences, but these experiences are changed in a way. Not like in a way where winter would force me to act one way or another, but instead the summer is like an adventure in freedom. But what goes up, must come down, like the experiences to follow.
Shellshock hits as I suddenly realize that once again I will be joining the cycle once again. Months of disrupted sleep schedules will have to be righted in a night; and years of forgotten content will be attempted to refreshed in my head. The rat race begins once