Do you sometimes think of how much better you could have done in organizing the world if you could only have had the chance? Well, the other day we were thinking about the calendar. If it had been up to us, we would not have made the New Year start on January 1. We would have made it April 1, for somehow, calendar or no calendar, a new order of things starts in this spring month.

This is the time when Mother, in response to some primordial instinct, launches into spring housecleaning and starts conditioning Father to the idea of putting up the screens; this is the time Father disappears into the basement to work on fishing tackle or golf clubs or de-winterizing the power mower; and this is

the time we students completely lose our powers of concentration for anything as stimulating as homework assignments. The whole family-the entire country-starts thinking "spring"; we stir from months of sitting, keeping warm, and being housebound, and we yearn to get out of doors and move around.

Somehow all of our formidable problems ‑ like convincing Father that "scholarship is a relative thing" after he has seen our third‑quarter‑slump grades seem easier to bear. Somehow the world seems brighter (and muddier). Somehow hope is reborn ‑ hope that the powers of positive thinking will speed real spring here a little sooner. Meanwhile‑Happy New Year!