Next week wraps up the first 1/2 of my college experience. I will be moving out of my second dorm and I will never move back into one again. Two years, two buildings, and three roommates later I will be closing that chapter and moving on to the next one in my sorority house down the road. With that being said it won't be quite like my own apartment because I'll still have stall showers and share a room with three other girls, but my days of quite hours and RA checks will be long gone.

It's at this point that I'm shocked at how fast everything is going by. It seems like just a week ago I found out that I was in a forced triple in an all-freshmen dorm and just yesterday I packed up that room and moved home for the summer.

But now I'm sitting in the last dorm room I will ever call home and I'm dreading having to pack it all up and move it back to my mom's house. While these concrete walls and tile floor are by no means elegant or cozy, it's still been my home. The pictures on the wall that my big painted me and the posters that I bought make this room mine. I know that next year two other girls will live here and decorate it in a completely different way. They'll have their own memories and their room will tell their stories. I don't know if they'll be childhood best friends, will have met in college this past year, or will be complete strangers, but I know that this will be their new home for the next few months.

While I am very thankful that my days of sharing a co- ed hallway of loudness and chaos is behind me, I'll miss the fun that it was. It was loud, it was wild, it was crazy, but it was a rite of passage that I spent two years experience. I'm ready to move on and leave dorm days behind, but I'll always remember them and smile.

Living in a dorm can make you crazy at times, but it's only for a few years. Try and enjoy it.