Just today, I opened up my calendar on my phone and realized that just like that I only have two more weeks left of my first year of college. It feels like just yesterday I was walking into Kay's Hall to receive my key to my room and complaining about why replacing a key would cost more than two full tanks of gas in my car. College has literally been one for the books, and to call it a rollercoaster would be an understatement.

I blinked my eyes and just like that this was all over. There will be no more freshman dorms. No more complaining about random suitemates using up all the toilet paper and not flushing the toilet. No more having to share one room with another human being. No more making everything fit in a half a closet that is already half a closet.

The things that I complained about this first year, I’ll surely miss. I’ll miss the RA’s asking me to see my key even when they’ve seen me a hundred times. I’ll miss driving through Kay's/University parking lot looking for a fire parking spot then leaving my car there for weeks on in because you don't come across a front row spot often. I’ll miss dreading sitting in the cold during football games, then dreading it, even more, when I realize the student section at a college football game stands the whole time. I’ll miss the dreadful walk from Kay's to the caf where the hill by University hall gave me plenty of out of breath moments. I’ll miss pulling on the doors that say push, and getting lost in the science building so everyone just automatically knew I was a freshman. Most of all, I’ll miss that new feeling of venturing out on your own for the first time ever. The feeling of being terrified, but excited at the same time, but not being able to actually act out on those feelings because college doesn’t give you enough time.

I’m going to have to go over two months without caf food, flex, RA’s, the Red Wolf Center, frat row, swiping into a parking lot, chapter, Dean B. Ellis, and my new friends. I don’t know how to handle all these changes, but I’m going to need August 22 to hurry up. I’ll miss my freshman year of college, but I won't miss the actual academic parts. Feel me? Yeah, I know. Prayers for all college kids. Ain't nothing wrong with them, they just got to go back home with their families for more than just Christmas break.