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I'm pretty sure that all schoolwork should be suspended in times of wonderful weather. Unfortunately I act like this is already the case despite the fact that it isn't, and have spent 90% of my spring break thus far wearing skirts and shorts and dresses and gallivanting about outdoors (and the other 10% sleeping). What do you mean I have my MA essay to write, and lots of long and involved 18th- and 19th-century novels to read, along with assorted relevant criticism? I don't think you understand, IT'S SUNNY, that supersedes mere logic.

What also supersedes mere logic is the fact that springtime anywhere in the world apparently reminds me of Berkeley, and how much I love it there and how I really will someday go back. Good to know.

Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to go lie on the grass and pretend to read but probably just stare dreamily into space from behind my oversized sunglasses.