The geese are coming back. I’ve been hearing them for the last few nights, and the first time I did, I actually stopped what I was doing and listened, trying to figure out what the noise was. They’re much the same as they were last fall: same v flight formation; same grey-bodies-black-heads; the leader still opens her mouth against the high altitude rush and quacks the same harsh quack; and the rest of the gaggle, eager to chime in, answer her with equal harshness. It reminds me of field trips, when my kindergarten teacher would ask my class (jokingly, I suspect), if we were all present. “I’m here!” We’d shout from our respective bus seats, loudly and unhelpfully.
Truthfully, even as I type, I’m not sure what the geese have to do with the rest of this post. I suspect, however, that I’ll work them in somehow.
It’s been a hard week. Actually, one of the hardest weeks of the entire school year. And surprisingly, not because of papers or exams or presentations. But because of student government. I’m going to try to say this vaguely, so bear with me: I’m currently Election Commissioner for the spring student government (MCSA) elections. What that means is that I organize “get out the vote” events, manage electronic voting, and make sure that all candidates are following the guidelines for legal campaigning. It sounds pretty straightforward, and usually it is, but this week there were two major incidents that I had to deal with, and both became heated and ugly and personal.
One of the incidents, particularly, led to me taking a rather unpopular stance based on what I felt was fair. That garnered a few phone calls, a few Facebook messages, and a lot of emails which involved calling me power-hungry and MCSA a “diseased organization.” And for the first time in my entire life, I had to wake up and go to campus feeling like the entire student body hated my guts.
It all worked out in the end, thankfully.
But I can’t help feeling that this week has been a trial. I’m not sure if I passed or failed. I’m just glad it’s over.
As for the geese, well, perhaps they were chased out of the tropics by Spring Breakers. Perhaps they ran out of Noxema and decided to retreat from the sun for a while. Perhaps they’re heralds of the Spring, bringing her to Morris just when we were starting to think she would never come.
Perhaps, like other animals, they’re merely following their instincts. Listening to that tiny twinge near their left ankles that tells them when it’s time to move on. Perhaps they’re simply doing what they have to do, regardless of personal (animal?) desires.
There! I told you I would do it.