Happy Summer

It is in these transitory periods that we realize how dangerously close we are to living real lives. Without these in-between times, we might undisturbed continue that remote and rotating life with which this, the Academy, is blessed. But now, in the brief gasp between the long sigh of the school year and the heady inhalation of the summer, we are shocked with the rude fact of the world about us: moving books and bricks is brutal labor; traveling is vouchsafed us or forbidden; the world beckons with one hand and slaps our cheek with the other. Tremble not: the surreal veil of summer job, summer school, and summer love will soon fall around us and keep us safe until the fall.