Most, if not all consider their "firsts" and "lasts" special because of its mere importance. We become ecstatic for our first day in class, first car, first paycheck, first love, among others. We even feel nostalgic when we think about our last day in school, last requirement, last reunion, and the most obvious, the last day of the year (with New Year's Eve as a perfect example). Even for trivial reasons, the First and Last parts of an essay are what makes it interesting.
Tomorrow will be the first day of my last year as a College student. Tomorrow will also be the first time that I'll be going to school without my closest friends; not that I don't treasure my other friends... it's just different. Nonetheless, I'm glad to have my fellow Fifth years and other friends to make things less stressful.
Tomorrow marks the beginning of change. I know it will be the same stress, requirements and deadlines but it's a different journey now. And when I look back, this last year will certainly stand out with all the new things and experiences to look forward to.
I just hope for the best. I can't wait.
constantly deals with nostalgia, hope, optimism and everything in between. Mostly random musings about the ordinary, but think again. A space to remind her of a past worth remembering and a future worth waiting for.
