By Erin Sousa
This semester it seems like everyone is in the trenches. We were held captive for ten days in February. You couldn’t get a meal from Gigi’s for over a week. You have to sign up to go to the gym now, so you feel even guiltier than usual if you don’t end up making it there. It feels as if almost everything that you do has just the slightest dash of melancholy to it.
The other day I was walking around campus, and I decided that I would put my phone in my pocket, not listen to any music, and just take in what was around me. I’m not quite sure what prompted me to do this, but I went along with it. Taking in our lovely little campus brought me back to my first year at Stonehill. As a freshman, I would always walk around campus and think about how it felt like I was walking around a scene from a classic novel, particularly when I walked by Cushing-Martin. I don’t know what it is about that building because I’ve only had one class in there my entire time here, but I am fascinated by it.
Anyways, thinking about my first year got me thinking about old times. The good old days of not wearing masks, not buying hand sanitizer by the barrel, and actually being able to see other people. It also got me thinking of the good old times when life just felt lighter, and dare I say it - a bit sillier. Even just last semester, things felt a little lighter. After all, I wrote an opinion piece on missing bricks for this paper, so clearly, we were all still in a joking mood.
Therefore, I’ve decided that my new goal for myself is to be sillier. I intend to crack some good jokes, dance whenever it feels appropriate, and keep the mood light. Silly things may just be what keep us going during times like this.
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