I just can't believe it's over.

I remember move in day like it just happened. I remember peeing myself a little when the door to my first recruitment party opened, like it was last week. I remember the first day of classes, struggling to find my way to my second class while getting persistent texts from my mom asking for a selfie. These memories are clearer in my memory than what I did when I woke up this morning.

What do you mean it's over? It just can't be. The year we've been dreaming about since our parents first took away our phones in the 8th grade has... ended? HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN OLD?

The idea of returning home for the summer has evoked a number of emotions in me. The two primary ones being "No, thank you" and "Yes, please!" What are we going to do without our bff's right downstairs, or our non-existent curfew, or our complete and total self-reliance? (Okay almost complete and total, LOL love you mom and dad.) What are we gonna do when we run into high school kind-of-friends and our least favorite teachers at the local grocery store?

I don't know, y'all. It seems tricky.

But how could I go another month without a hug from my parents, a punch from my sister, or a walk with my dog? How much longer could I live in a dorm with a community bathroom that perpetually smells like old broccoli? How much longer could I wake up and eat ramen for breakfast before a two-hour long lecture on how climate affects rock formation?

Not too long, my friends.

And yeah, we'll get bored. Yes, our family will annoy us, and I will miss Taco Bell runs after picking friends up at 12:00 AM more than anything in the whole world. But we have so many memories to laugh about until we get to make more.

Thank you to my sorority for helping me find my best friends, and for providing me with meals that tasted almost as good as my mom's corn casserole. Thank you for always giving me something to do, even if I complained every now and then. Nothing makes me happier than post-chapter-meeting food with my frenz.

Thank you to all of my class friends, for covering for me when I was sick, or maybe just tired (or maybe both), and suffering through endless hours in too small desks in too hot classrooms. Thank you for making me laugh, and remember that sometimes you make a C.

Thank you to everyone who lives in my dorm. You're all really messy and sometimes downright gross, but in the best way possible. Thank you, froomie, for being an exception. You listened to me rant about my teachers and my homework, and literally everything else in my life that I felt like complaining about. Thanks for eating meals with me so I didn't turn into a total loner, and thanks for not judging me when I cry while playing "One Step At A Time" by Jordin Sparks. I'll miss you dude!

Thank you to my hometown friends, for keeping me in the know and for agreeing with me when sometimes it feels like we peaked in high school. Thanks for missing my family with me, and for visiting them so I can live vicariously through you. Thanks for staying rad.

Thank you, Mom. I don't really even know what to say. I could NOT have done it without you. Who knew everything you said was right? Since when do you know me better than me? And because of that, how do you still like me? I don't know how you do it, but you do. I can't thank you enough.

I think I've typed long enough. I'm not sure if I'm really into this article or if I'm just procrastinating. Anyways, thanks for making it a great one, y'all. Can't wait to do it again with a little more knowledge, and a nicer place to live.

H.A.G.S