Here we are, about to dive into the truest depth of the winter here at Norwich. Truly, March is the longest month. It's the longest month for Norwich students. It's the longest month for faculty. It's just the dullest, most boring, truly agonizing month that has been delivered to the Dog River valley.
Okay, maybe I'm being a little dramatic, but March really is a dry and gray month. For many of my cadets in my platoon, they will feel the same effects of their first long winter here at school.
But then, as it always does, April will rip open from the heavens and deliver us sunshine, and the green will return to the campus once again. By the time all of us leave campus, we may very well still have snow on the campus, but by the time I return for my senior year, the campus will be vibrant once again, and my freshman will be able to see the campus, truly, for the first time. When you're a rook, you don't get to see the campus when it's green. You spend most of your time at attention or parade rest, squaring around in the gutter, and mainly, rooks are subject to their cadre who instill discipline within them. For many rooks, it's a huge shock. They are dropped off by their parents and left alone in the hands of juniors and seniors in order to give them a complete turn around, and in the end, they will make a transformation, depending on how much they believe in the rook system and the school itself.
Days tick by. Soon I'll have my ring, my kids will have full heads of hair again, and the wheel of life will come full circle.
Until then, it's always a hoot.