8 Weeks Ago…

It’s hard to believe that the year is coming to an end already. It’s the final countdown before the last day of classes and the recent 93°F weather’s already been teasing everyone on campus, reminding them that the summer’s coming right around the corner. So, I sit here in the suitably air-conditioned Sadler Center and wonder how it’s summer-weather outside already.

I literally don’t remember when the campus turned back to its violent shade of green. I don’t remember when the flowerings started blossoming. I literally did not see this coming. So, all I could ask myself as I was sweating my way to the Sadler Center a couple minutes ago was, “Where the heck did all the time go and when did this even happen?”

It was kind of a freaky moment. I still remember that random snow fall that we had earlier this semester. I remember the 5+ layers I wore. I remember the midnight snowball fights in the Sunken Gardens. I remember the middle-school excitement that resonated throughout the campus when a snow day was declared. I remember it like it was yesterday. Well, it wasn’t. It was exactly 8 weeks ago from today. So today, when I had my sweaty epiphany, my surroundings were a little different. Instead of two wool sweaters, a waterproof windbreaker, and ski gloves, I’m sporting shorts. Instead of throwing snowballs on the Sunken Gardens, people are tanning on the Sunken Gardens. But that third-grade excitement is still the same. That anxious anticipation that you felt in elementary school, during that last week of school—well, it still exists in college.

I don’t remember where the last 8 weeks went. I really don’t. But it was totally one of those moments where those annoying clichés that are overstated (like “Time flies when you’re having fun” or  “It’ll be done before you know it”) all actually meant something to me. It freaks me out that I’m only here for another 3 years now. Before I know it, I’ll be saying four years ago…