Time flies when you’re having fun...or just living. Either way, time flies and it is crazy to think there was a time where life was simple and bliss. Those days of sipping a juice box during lunch time. Days where you actually had a specific time to take your lunch. Where did the time go? Now we check our bank account before considering buying a donut and worse, we think twice about even eating that donut. The carbs! The sugar! The belly fat.

It can be crazy looking back at how you ended up where you are today. Everyone has a different story and reason as to how they got to where they are now. With the passage of time comes getting older. We, dare I say, become adults.

Here we are, in college, and everything seems to be okay. We made it, nothing should really get in the way of studying and making sure every assignment is turned in on time, except maybe the occasional party here and there, but we can handle the small stuff. As life lightly tosses us lemons, we make sweet, sweet lemonade. Our only concerns are getting good grades and having fun. We have time to think about the future and what we plan to do when we go into the adult world.

No one ever said it would come this fast. No one said, “Hey, by the way, you have to be an adult starting now. It doesn’t happen after graduation.”

Wait a minute, so you are telling me I have to find an apartment now for the upcoming fall quarter? Are you telling me that I have more responsibilities than just getting good grades? Because if I’m being completely honest, I don’t know what is going on in any of my classes, so let’s hold off the idea of adulting until I can get a hang of studying.

Seriously, where did all the time go? In one of the dining halls, I saw a five-year-old eyeing the dessert section. I envied her. The innocent soul doesn’t know what is coming just around the corner.

She doesn’t know one day there will be sixteen dollars in her bank account and she will ponder over buying some dank sushi down it Westwood. She doesn’t know there will be many days of restless sleep, dreams of missing your final, and nights where you don’t sleep because procrastination got the best of you.

The poor soul eyes the dessert section surrounded by college students who have given up and inhaled three cupcakes in one sitting. They tell themselves they will go out for a run later… they never do. She doesn’t know the struggle just yet, and here I am hoping she has a bank account set up and is saving.

I should look for her parents, warn them, plead with them, but here I am. Too busy eating a cupcake.