When the fall semester begins, the leaves on the trees are just starting to turn red and orange, it is a temperate sixty to seventy degrees out, and there are still a few people with short sleeves on. This is the time of year when nature looks its best on campus. By the end of that semester, sometimes, the snow has piled up so high that people don't know if they will return from class and find their car hidden under the snow banks. Winds gust past the face, and leave streaks of tears, as one battles up the Zebra Path to get into the library. People bundled in thick coats and heavy bags knock into each other as they file into the vestibule, elevator, or classroom. Sometimes the clear blue sky results in a glare that makes it hard to see; and other times the grey clouds make for an overcast sky, and students just don't want to see.
When the spring comes, everyone is more than excited. It is not unusual to see students running around in shorts on campus when it's still only 45 degrees out. The fountain spurts water for all to enjoy the light spray in the air, and tank tops and sunglasses make their appearance. Well, okay, people still need the windbreakers-this is still