The Final Dash

Winter. It is always winter here. Or, it has been since October. We're now into February, and by some delicious twist of fate, those of you in Southern Ontario are now sharing in my winter blues. Thankfully, in some ways, we are in the final stretches of winter. The days are getting longer (sun up at 8:38 and down after 6pm). The sun feels warmer. Talk among my colleagues is about summer jobs.

Myself, I have an "embarrassment of opportunities" (as Glen so poetically put it). I seem to be caught between two firm (and intellectual and philanthropic) offers. I also have an application form that a prof gave me last week, with the message that if I put him down as a reference, the job is mine.

A large part of me would like to walk away from all of the above (despite their clear future benefits) and work on an organic farm for the summer. When will I get the opportunity to partake in back-breaking labour under the hot Saskatoon sun ever again?

Alas, my practical upbringing will likely win out, and I will spend my summer building my resume, my intellectual capabilities and the lives of those less fortunate. If I can swing it, I will balance my two offers, working full-time for a well-known legal organization and part-time for a well-known feminist activist. I suppose my tan will just have to wait until next year.

And it will all be done in nicer weather than this: (photo of U of S campus just minutes ago)