My time is coming to an end. College has flown by at the speed of light. It feels so strange to think about when I was a freshman and how old I felt to be in college. Now I walk around campus and I feel like a grandma at the ripe old age of 23. I can’t image staying up all night at a frat party kegger anymore. I just don’t have the stamina like I used to.
High school graduation seems like an eternity ago, and now I’m going to be walking the stage and receiving my college degree. It’s a trip. As I have gotten older, not that I’m old, but as I’ve gotten older I can feel myself becoming myself, I can feel and see change, and the world looks so different to me.
My whole life my parents always told me to enjoy being young, and all I wanted to do was hurry up and grow-up, but now that I’m grown-up I want the ride to slow down. I get what my parents have been saying; working eight hours a day is a drag.
I knew my days in school would end one day, but it seemed like such a distant reality that I never even really sat back and thought about it. Now the reality is so close I can feel the heat down the back of my neck. All I want to do is live every college day to the fullest and enjoy my youth.
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