I've been conscious about this being the fifth and last year of my college life for a while now.
What comes after the absolute end? I always wondered. And wondered and wondered. I expected to shed a few tears. Three months ago, I didn't realize how close to the end I was. Maybe when I have one month to go it'll hit me, I thought. One month to go and it still didn't hit me. Maybe when I have one week to go it'll hit me. One week to go and still nothing. Maybe on my absolute last day it'll hit me. My last day went by like a breeze.