I speak, of course, of the end of the semester at Northwestern University. Although it's the middle of the winter and everyone knows that this is only a temporary respite from being forcefully reprogrammed, grammatically speaking, it's still a nice feeling.
The students get to wander off to their hometowns and enjoy the holiday of their choice. The teachers get the satisfaction of having watched the students struggle (not fun), learn (kind of fun, but, as I mentioned, a struggle) and improve (fun).
Then we'll do it all over again in a couple of months. It's like Sisyphus, but without the torture.
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