The last two weeks of the semester feel like a chicken running around without a head. Think about it: you're trying to get your last nights of fun in, while trying to study for all of your finals, and then on top of that you have to completely pack up your room and move out. You find yourself twitching in the library from the two Redbulls and three cups of coffee you had just that day trying to cram in whatever information from the semester you can. In the midst of this, you realize you aren't coming back to school for over three months; this isn't just a small break. And it's time to say goodbye.

Time to say goodbye to your room that's been your home for the past few months. ' where had your best nights, had your worst nights, and met your best friends. Time to say goodbye to your 12' by 14' little box that somehow fit all of your stuff and your roommate's plus whatever you accumulated over the past few months. It's time to say goodbye to your bed where you had countless sleepovers, stressed over every small thing, and where you binged watched Netflix until you couldn't keep your eyes open anymore. It's time to say goodbye to the horrible furniture that the school gave you that somehow grew to be your own and you wouldn't trade it for the world.

This one's a good goodbye. Goodbye to classes and horrible dining hall food. Your stress will absolutely not be missed for the next few months while I'm laying in the warm sun and sleeping until noon every day. Goodbye, dining hall food that I regret 20 minutes later, because I feel disgusting. Goodbye to my long walks to class when it's below freezing, snowing, or raining. Goodbye, ten-page papers, finals, and pop quizzes. So adios to you because I absolutely not miss you these next three months.

And now for the hardest goodbye. Goodbye to my best friends. As much as we are excited to go home and get out of here, there's a sour taste in my mouth when I think about saying goodbye to you. We made it through this year through all of the ups and many downs, but somehow we survived. Goodbye to the endless sleepovers, goodbye to the constant bickering, goodbye to my family for the past few months. I know I'll see you soon, but knowing that I won't be able to come over at any hour of the day and be there in just a minute feels incredibly weird. Now we are separated by different towns, counties, and even states. So goodbye for the next few months, but next year is time for new memories, new sleepovers, and new experiences. Thank you for everything, but goodbye for now. Maybe not goodbye, but see you later?