In my dotage the fogey in me has preeminence. My wife has semi-unretired from teaching and this is the week of Spring Break. During my first trips through the Groves of Academe I doubt that most college students had discovered Mexico; certainly not Cancun.
Ft. Liquordale may have been an actual fort back in those times. Later trips to the Groves I had family responsibilities. Spring Break was not, for me, a period of binging, on alcohol or anything else.
Given the present calamity it is difficult to justify the expense and waste associated with the tradition attached to this period. There are much dimmer prospects for these kids and splurging in the traditional manner would seem to be rubbing it in the noses of the 13-plus million officially unemployed, their families and those expecting the hammer to fall.
That, as I said, is the old fogey in me speaking. Although it’s been a few centuries since I’ve been “with it,” I recognize that that is another perspective.
These kids will be facing a far different economy than what we’ve led them to expect. Many will just put the sheepskin in mothballs while they deliver pizza. It may be a long time before they can look at the dreams of their futures unclouded by a bit of moisture in their eyes. Let ‘em have at least one fling. Give them some memory worth batting around over a beer with their friends.
I continue to be of two minds. But then again, it’s not my decision to make. It’s theirs.
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