In an abstract way I knew that it must be so, but today was the first day I really believed it. Walking across the academic quad I saw, like the first robin of spring, the inauguration of the annual commencement preparations:
It’s April 4th; the last day of classes is less than three weeks away.
I recently came across a letter from Edgar Odell Lovett to one of the early students with a friendly suggestion for how he might spend his free time over the summer of 1915:
Bonus: At 4:45 this afternoon I turned my head in the exact right spot to see this pretty surprise.
While I was looking up there I saw something I’d never noticed before: