I hate to say it but in less than one month, I will no longer be a student. I will be an alum. I'll be one of those people who graduate and are supposed to have their life somewhat figured out. But, I don't know if I'm ready for that responsibility yet.

As much as I complain about school, especially when something doesn't turn out the way I wanted, I actually do love my school. This campus has been my home for the past four years. I remember moving in freshman year thinking "I'm 18. I'm an adult now." Boy, I didn't realize the responsibility of being an adult then. I'm still trying to grasp this adult concept at 22.

Adulting isn't so bad. Right? I mean I have to try and find a job where I can't take breaks for napping in the middle of the day, or going to spend hours getting food and talking with my friends. Doesn't seem so bad. Who am I kidding? Where else can you sit in the dining hall for hours while numerous friends come and go—or continue to sit with you? Where else can you say, "I'm going home to take a quick nap then we can go to the library?" College, that's where.

College gave me a few not so great moments, but it also gave me some of the best moments of my life. From having a plethora of sisters in my sorority to seeing people from your classes around campus, it will be strange not to be able to see any of them on a daily basis. Where else can I say I had my first real heartbreak and cried into my sisters' shoulders? Where else can I run to a favorite professor or faculty member with good news about me graduating on time? College, that's where. I know they'll still be there and support me from a distance after May, but it's not going to be the same. My personal triumphs, failures and learned lessons were possible because I've been on my own for the past four years.

To the professors and faculty who made a huge impact on my life, thank you. Thank you for being there for me with whatever question I had that day—and I know I had many. Thank you for rooting for me when I didn't believe in myself.

To my lovely sisters, thank you for everything. Saying goodbye to you will be the hardest thing I will have to do. I will cherish every moment that we have had together whether it's our constant runs to Starbucks or Dunkin' Donuts, or our serious moments when we cry or vent for hours. You are my biggest support system at this school, and I would not have been able to get through the past four years without you.

To the underclassmen who think that they can't wait to graduate: enjoy it while you can. At first, you'll be moving in, whether it's on campus or off, and the next thing you know you'll be in my position worrying about what I'm doing with my life after graduation. More education? A career? Travel? While the possibilities are endless, trying to figure it out is the hardest thing to do.

It may not hit you until right before graduation, but, once it does, all of the memories you have made and everything you have been through will be worth it. Enjoy college while you can, because it will be over in a blink of an eye.