I live in Southern California. We have two seasons: nice, and nicer. This means we are blessed with good weather. Oh, sure, the valley is hot. And yes, we occasionally get a sprinkle or two (usually right after we wash our cars), but the weather here is pretty predictable.
We don’t get the benefit of seasonal “clocks”. In much of the country, Winter is marked by cold weather, snow, and rain. Spring is when the plants sprout new growth, and sunny skies prevail. Summer is warm, with fields and crops growing strong, and kids out of school. And Fall sees the changing of colors, and giving thanks for the harvest from which we have sowed.
Not so much is So Cal. We pretty much get the same thing, or close to it, all year. And other than a slightly shorter day, and a tad less heat, Fall is much like the rest of the year.
Until school starts.
That’s why I love school. Each year students and faculty gather on campuses. There is electricity in the air., Freshman are excited, but nervous. Sophomores and Juniors come back experts, in what to wear, where to eat, what classes to take, and what groups to join. Seniors come back to campus as emperors, but also anxious over the impending end of their college career just a few short semesters away.
Freshly scrubbed faces. Tanned skin from summer adventures. New clothes. It’s awesome. It is the best of times for many. College is time that effectively ends youth, and begins adulthood. It’s sort of a four (or five) year holding pattern until they choose a direction. Unlimited future and potential lies ahead for these students.
And then there is us. The faculty. Aging, to be sure. Sages, we hope. But alive and anxious for the school year to begin just like the students.
Each Fall for the past dozen or so years, I have been a part of this seasonal tradition. I love it. It might be because I learn so much as a teacher. It might be because I am ready for something different after a few months of summer away from the classroom. It also might have something to do with the fact that I loved my own college experience, and each year I get to relive a small part of that.
So here is to the Fall in So Cal, my Fall. God, grant us the the wisdom we need to teach these students. Give us the humility to find the wisdom they can teach us. And let us all open our eyes, ears, minds and hearts to all that You want us to experience this season/semester!