Every Spring semester for the last three years or so, I’ve made a tradition of taking my class outside on the last day of classes to play kickball. It’s always really fun, low-key: if people don’t want to play, they just sit and watch and eat snack cakes, which I provide. Fun for all.

Well, today, after we finished class business and I asked who was going to come play, out of twenty-one people only one hand went up. ONE! I could not believe it. Nobody wanted to play. Not even the other creative writing class I’d invited to join us. Everyone had papers to write, or sleep to catch up on, or Just Didn’t Want To. Frankly, I was flummoxed. It feels like the end of an era.

Maybe people just don’t like kickball. Maybe everyone is too busy. But given a chance, on a gorgeous spring morning, to run around outside on the grass and forget all your stresses for about a half hour, wouldn’t YOU do it?

It just depresses me. I loved my class, it’s not them personally, but I think it’s reflective of society in general. (I know this is a bit of a stretch: stick with me here,) You know, how we’re all so obsessed with getting things done, getting ahead. If you have a spare hour, you use it to catch up, not to slow down. I’m like that, too. Except when it comes to kickball.

But whatever. It was still a good semester, I had fun. Now I’m going to go eat all those leftover snackcakes, and dream of summer….

have a good day everyone!