Springtime: arguably the most wonderful time of the year in Ithaca, NY. The snow has melted, the skies are (sometimes) blue, and flowers are a-bloomin’. The Farmer’s Market is back to its outdoor location and going to dinner in the Commons doesn’t mean huddling far away from the door as we wait for our inside table. Even the fountains have hope of being turned on someday soon. Nothing could ruin this wonderful feeling after the cruel, harsh winter of upstate New York.
Oh, except perhaps the never-ending stench provided campus wide by the inevitable annual mulch invasion. The one non-finals related thing to turn springtime into absolute shit.
Now, my question is not necessarily why do we need mulch, as the answer to that is rather obvious. But rather, why is it that Ithaca College chooses year after year to spread the foulest smelling crap around the entire campus just in time for students to start begging “can we hold class outside?”
But alas, we are stuck in this fertilized cow pie for the remainder of the semester. We cannot escape the smell because no matter where we go…it follows us. That smell. A kind of smelly smell. The smelly smell that smells…smelly.
I know we’re all about the local and natural and organic, but we’re not on a farm. No one is going to pick up the flowers growing outside Williams and eat them.
Pardon my French, but this is certainly some high-quality bullshit.