It's like they say: Time flies when you're having fun.
But no one ever tells you how time flies even when you're nose to the grindstone struggling and dying over all the exams and classes you still have to close out.
There are a lot of reasons to be happy that the semester is ending. End of the year means no more classes and no more worries. But it also means for all of us living on or near campus that we no longer are living with our friends.
For the course of the two semesters that you live with people that aren't your family, you become close in a way that is indescribable. If it's nights out or in, you're suddenly in a sphere where you aren't dictated by parental rule and instead you're just in a bubble of your people.
If you're as lucky as I am, you got to live with the people you connected with and bonded with throughout the semester and it made you closer. If you're as unlucky as I am, some of those people will live miles and miles away from you over the summer.
It's a tragedy when the semester ends because it means all that mutual suffering, all the pain and all the time spent together trying to get work done while still having fun and enjoying the moment is over. It's the end of an era.
Summer is coming and well, I'm just not ready yet.
Give me three more exams and four more papers and I'll suffer through them gladly if it just means that I get a couple more weeks with the people that have become my extended family. It just goes to show you that no matter what, fun times or exam grinds, time stops for no one and no thing.
