So there we go. I'm a senior. Just one more year before I grab my bachelor degree from this lovely university, and I'm homeless living under a bypass. Apart from this gloriously depressing realization, it seems like I'm alone. Everyone that fostered, guided -- and handed my college experience a beer at happy hour -- is off into the real world.

The real world is the black hole of the collegiate experience. The moment you throw your graduation cap it seems as if these brave souls are sucked into American capitalism, the chronological marriage train, and a fleeting sense of what it means to "stay in touch." I'm at that point where almost everyone that brought me into my fraternity graduated, I have a grand little (how did this happen?), and the girl I'm crazy about is about to pack up and leave Statesboro to chase her dreams over at UGA.

Well, is that it? Should I just start digging my grave? I feel like I'm going to be walking down the pedestrian and have the glowing youth point me out to their friends wondering if all my weight could possibly have been from my "freshman 15" years ago, or is it the cumulative tragedy of collectively digesting a brewery in three years. I wonder if they will make fun of my cane while I struggle to make it down the stairs at the library. So this is where it all ends.

Actually, it's time to throw it into sixth gear. We survived the mountains of college and now we are seniors. It's time to turn on cruise control and make the last stretch. It is our time to nurture someone else's college experience the same way our post-grad forefathers did for us. Take your littles and grand littles out on the town and show them those times they will never truly recover from. Teach the younglings how to properly shotgun a natty light on a typically calibrated pool day.

I truly believe that senior year is going to be the best year yet. We have raised our standards from weeknight blackouts at the plaza to classy happy hour gatherings at mill house. We have grown up and it's definitely time to take our new place as the old timer.