Halfway Gone

*disclaimer: I feel like I have written a post that is similar, but this is what's going through my head*

This is it. The final 3 weeks of school. After my class tomorrow, there will officially be 2 weeks of classes and 1 week of finals separating me from leaving my empty school room and heading to my soon-to-be-packed-with-stuff room at home for the summer.

I remember last year, the feeling of leaving was present and wanted because of obvious tension flying through the room. I even left a few days early because I just needed to get out of there and retreat elsewhere.

This semester, I can hardly believe it's already April 20. I'm not sure where the last 13 weeks went. The ending to this year is a tad bittersweet for me right now. While I am looking forward to being finished with homework and classes for a few months, I realize that the break this year will be different. I have 160-something sisters. Will we talk? Get together? I feel like I haven't had the time to make more than some basic connections with most. I also need to have a job--nannying won't cut it this year. Where am I working? I still have no idea. Right now, things aren't looking so great.

My last final also marks the division of college. At that point, I will have officially reached the halfway point in my college career. The realization of this is completely bizarre. How have two years flown by so quickly? How fast will the next two go? and what will I do when the final semester gets closer and closer to the "g-word"?

One of my friends can't stand her college and just recently, I've realized how sad that is. I spent a year and a half wishing that I had applied elsewhere and filling out applications for transferring. I desired nothing more than to be free of the constraints I felt had been created the second I stepped foot on campus.

Finally though, I realized how important it is to enjoy yourself. As soon as I realized that I couldn't transfer, I had a choice to make. Was I going to sit back and let the next 2 1/2 years go by? or was I going to put myself out there, make new friends and try to enjoy the time I had left?

Obviously, I attempted the latter and I couldn't be more glad that I did. I truly have no regrets over the first year and a half of school. In fact, I think it was one of the greatest learning experiences of my life. They say you go to college to learn--i think you do, but not about math or science, it's about learning to live as an individual, making your mark and finding a place.

College is supposed to be the best time of your life and I think it's important to realize that. Get involved, go out and try new things because when college is over, life starts and that definitely doesn't come with the freedom that the last 4 years have given.