So I have been realizing that my first year of college is coming to an end and quickly, but it’s odd what things make this inevitable fact seem more real. It’s not the fact that my last day of classes is tomorrow, hell every Friday has the same gratifying feeling of being done. It’s not everyone talking about finals or even beginning to study for finals, again I study all the time so this doesn’t really make anything feel anymore real. Packing up my going out clothes and shoes I think was one of the hardest hits. This act signifies the fact that the rest of my time here is going to be done in comfy sweats in the library. I am done with dressing up with all the girls on the floor, having them ask to borrow shoes and I asking them to do my hair. These things are all done.
The second thing that has really sent home that I am almost done with my 1st year of college happened just tonight. I have a tradition of every couple of weeks going on a date with one of my best guy friends from high school. We try to change up our date destination, we always go dutch and we always sit down and spill about everything that has happened since we last sat down. This usually includes talking about our hometown friends, our weekend escapades, my annoyances with work and school, and everything in-between. Tonight we realized how it was going to be our last date of the year, so this obviously meant a celebratory Fro-Yo run. Sitting there with him talking about our year and the bittersweetness of the end really drove home that I am almost a quarter done with college. Where does time go?