Most years I don’t pay much attention to the comings and goings of the celebrity groundhogs as they predict the duration of winter. If a camera crew blasted bright lights into my borough, I wouldn’t want to come outside, either. Of course the little critters run back inside and predict a longer winter. And this year perhaps we could use it. I’ve only used my snowblower twice so far, and I live in the Midwest. Unheard of. Not that I’m complaining, Mother Nature.
While others eagerly await news of our furry friends, I always spend Groundhog Day reminiscing about the great Bill Murray movie of the same name. If you could re-live one day over and over until you got it right, which one would you choose?
Normally I’d pick an extra fun or proud moment, something I wouldn’t mind repeating forever. Take me back to Jamaica, Hawaii, or San Diego, please.
This year, for some inexplicable reason, I’m feeling more practical. I’d actually pick the date of my first SE lateral exam. Let me keep retaking that baby until I pass, without waiting two months for results and six months in between exams. It recently occurred to me I’ve spent two whole years furiously running on the same hamster wheel, trying to get my last engineering exam behind me so I can move on and enjoy a test-free adulthood. At thirty-four years old, shouldn’t adulthood already be well under way?