My first class this morning was at 8 a.m. Mind you, I’ve been sleeping in over break. And it was about 17 degrees outside, with a fresh layer of snow covering the muddy ice of the sidewalk. I walked over the hill to campus at around 7:30, and was crossing a parking lot, when I spotted a three-foot-tall Asian child looking at me over a large scarf wrapped around her mouth and chin. To me, the stranger, or to the world in general, she solemnly announced: “I’m super happy.” Then she turned and joined a group of kids on the street corner.

I said: “I’m glad,” and kept walking too.