As we all are arriving back to school, bittersweet memories of the past summer flood through our minds. We all think about our trips to the beach, or parties with friends, or even the easy summer school classes that you took and wish that regular semester classes could be just like that. And though some of us are looking forward to going back to school, most of us are not.

For me, it’s a moot point. I have yet again reached my senior year and the senioritis is already kicking in. I know that one week after we get settled into our schedules that workouts for sports begin and my job continues, but now I actually have to focus on school and not just scooting by to the next semester.

As I sit here and write this article, I think about the beginnings of the past three school years:

2012: Move in day. Boy, those were fun times. Lugging all of my personal belonging up two flights of stairs because the one elevator in my residence hall was too busy to stand there and wait for. And no AC. That was so enjoyable. 100 degrees and sticking to my sheets; I miss that. Then the days to come were the orientation activities that I didn’t want to participate in, but did. And then the first day of classes; so different from high school. No bells to dismiss you. No having to raise your hand for the bathroom. It was weird at first, but slowly I got used to it.

2013: A huge step up. Not only did I live in a residence hall that has AC, but it looked like a hotel. Full kitchen, with fridge, stove, and dishwasher. My siblings were so jealous that that is where I got to live. Living on the fourth floor, however, was a pain because the elevator was always in use and only two to three people could fit with the amount of items being moved in. And the first day of sophomore year classes? A whole heck of a lot less stressful than freshman years.

2014: I moved in a week late, so I missed the fights over the elevators this time. I chose again to live in my hotelish residence hall, so I got the pleasure of having AC. My first day of Junior year classes were different since I missed the whole first week, but I got over it. I managed to get a higher GPA in the fall semester (missing one whole week) than when I’m actually there for all 16 weeks.

And as for 2015? Well, I hope it is as memorable as all years past. No move in. No threat of no AC. Living on my own and paying my own bills. I’m growing up. We’re all growing up. Here’s to the Class of 2016. We’re almost done. Here’s to another great year. We can do this together!