Dear College,

I am going to start by saying how much I love you and how much I never want to leave you, so please don't make me be a senior. I am not mentally prepared to be a senior. I don't know what it's going to be like to be searching for jobs instead of meeting with my advisor and already having all my classes picked. I don't want to grow up. I don't want to become an adult. I want to live at college and be next door to all my best friends. I don't want everyone to move away, living in different cities, and being all old and responsible and mature and stuff. Being a senior, everything will be my last. My last winter break, my last summer, my last everything. How do people live without a summer and winter break?! I am anxious about graduating and I am not even a senior yet. Just wait until next fall, when reality sets in and I am actually a senior. Don't make me do it.

It's hard to realize that everyone will soon have their own lives. It won't revolve around classes we can miss because there isn't anything important that day, or half-days we can take if we'd rather go on an adventure, or you, college. Life will consist of workdays that involve many responsibilities that don't allow a day off. And how scary is that? Soon friend groups will shrink and everyone will have their own families to worry about. It won't be as easy as texting someone across campus and having a coffee date.

No matter how hard I try, I will have to leave you, college, and yes, that scares me. It also scares me that I will soon be three-fourths done with college, and in the blink of an eye I will be walking across that stage to receive my diploma. And yes, it's scary to think about the future, and growing up. I don't know what life is going to bring, and I don't know where all my friends, let alone myself, will end up in life.

So, college, I understand that I can't stay with you forever, and this sounds like a painful breakup, but you will always have a place in my heart. We still have one beautiful year together so let's live it up and make so many memories.

Thank you for the past three years, let's go out with a bang.

Love,

An Extremely Anxious Almost-Senior